Friday, February 8, 2008

FAITH FORWARD FRIDAY: NECESSARY WORK AND LOVE & PASSION POEM #8

There are things that still haunt me. There are things that I am still not prepared to let go of. And there are still things I am ashamed of. This journey is taking me to depths and heights I never imagined I could ever get to. I can feel the woman I am meant to become emerging. She is kicking and screaming to get out. The necessary work continues. The necessary work that allows me to fully walk in love. There is no one on this planet who can do this work for me. I alone have to take charge and care of my destiny. I am facing whatever comes. I have already proven to myself that I can take it on. This is an amazing time in my life, as the old Me falls away making room for the new, I am bouyed by all the possibilities of a life filled with joy, peace and love.

Somewhere in the City
You are somewhere in the city, lost to me,
But sharing building, skyline, traffic signals,
Streetnames, rush hours, and street scenes;
Sharing unconsciously the things we do not share
By purpose anymore.
And though we do not meet, and though our feet
Do not strike the same pavement at the same time,
You are mine as the city is mine.
The city cannot enclose me in its foggy arms
Without your arms, too, holding me in a loose embrace.
Somewhere in the city you are driving someone somewhere
Or telephoning, or taking a bath,
Or making love, or watching a movie, or working,
Or polishing the metal on the car you are so proud of,
Or getting sleepy over wine,
Or telling jokes, or playing a jukebox in a bar.
How many times have I barely missed you
By one block or one door or a one-way street?
Somewhere you are forgetting me
And making of me nothing---
No more than the song you listen to
Or the joke you tell---
Not so much really!
My eyes will be impassable as fog
If we should ever meet again,
As bright as street lights,
As shallow as rain, as hard as steel.
The soft soul-eyes you knew will be for you
The barren city,
The city without love or hope or mercy or desire.
Without remembrances, without nostalgia,
Without soul.
And you will not realize or understand
How often I caress you
When the downtown lights blink on
And the traffic signals change from red to green.

4 comments:

James Tubman said...

it's great that you are going through these moments of self discovery

i hope it leads to a better you

good luck

Lovebabz said...

Thanks James,
I am already feeling like a better Me. Thought I know I have miles and miles and miles to go!

Don said...

You appear to have already taken charge. So I can only imagine how due time will reveal the result.

I wish you well.

Lovebabz said...

Hey Don,

Glad you stopped in.

As Sheryl Crow sings...everyday is a winding road.