You put yourself out there.
You put yourself out.
You put your Self out.
Here I am.
Category: theopoetics
be converted
to the otherness
of the other
they do not talk like you
or silence like you
they do not move like you
or do still like you
they do not think like you
or do thoughtless like you
you cannot assign your meaning
to another’s actions
they are other
and their meaning is other
Talitha Fraser
I will whisper to the roaring wind
and wrap my arms around you tight
tell me your darkest, fiercest fear…
I know it all will be alright.
Let me share my blanket,
light your own candle from mine.
We’ll vigil here, the long night through,
and pray tomorrow might be fine.
Talitha Fraser
Each step I am blind
In faith, I follow
listening for the Song
listening for the Singer.
Maybe that’s the Mary thing to do.
Kneel, right here where I am,
lean against You and
ask all the questions
why God? how God?
when God?
Talitha Fraser
the world tells me | day after day | it’s not okay to be me | to
be loved, to be accepted, to be sought | I need to become all I
‘ought’ to be but no template is free | form free fall | free for
all | this is the land of the free, or the brave | you think you
can save someone | maybe it’s you
when you’re drowning
a cry for help might kill you.
Talitha Fraser
Sacred ground
trembles beneath
our feet
“Where do I stand?
Can I hold this?”
Do not hide but ride
for me and the earth are one.
After dark storms churning,
world is turning and
new day’s burning.
A star rises in the East.
Talitha Fraser
Powerless to do something
about this
you do nothing
about anything.
The loneliness
is eating you
from the inside, out.
You must not doubt
there is room for you
at the table.
Talitha Fraser
Get out. Get it out. Toxic darkness enveloping/tendrils tying me down/tie me down/tie me up/what choice do I have?/I choose you. I chose you/look how well that turned out/turn up/turn it up so I don’t have to hear my own thoughts/Loving isn’t enough. Why does it keep coming back to that?/ I have to follow the road that’s in front of me to walk/Choice. Choose. Chosen/ Chosen? Who says? How can you ever know?/Is it happening to us or do we make it happen?/Hallowed and hollow. Hallowed and hollow/Gravid and grave/Beginning and end bound together in the same ritual, the same act/What will you choose?/I’m sorry. I’m already on my knees… I don’t know which way to fall now the fall feels inevitable/ The King quote says ‘you only need a heart full of grace. A soul generated by love’ but I gave all of mine away.
Sometimes the path that you’re supposed to walk is the one in front of you. There are no trap doors or detours… just take the next step in front of you.
You have all these chats and conversations and visits and meetings that may or may not ever amount to anything. These are the meetings that have amounted to something. I am myself one of the moving parts. Maybe it’s me that needs to yield. Me that needs to resolve for some of the other moving parts to be able to be still. Be still.
Be still.
Love and be loved.
Love and Beloved.
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