My Voice

Heart's Calling

my voice screamed,
but I wanted to pause-
to take a deep breath,
hold the unearthing space-
for a moment,
before it exploded-
I held my broken self,
within my outer voice-
shouts for healing,
in its aching-
but it is a feeling,
of groundless falling-
feeling unheard-
I came to this place,
repeatedly-
but oh dear one,
what screams and quakes-
what spills from you is not yours,
when at the end-
of that tattered thread dangling,
reach for peace to come-
take the tears that fall upon you,
in the dark and the light-
of who you are,
come as you are into tenderness,
what can be paused in a second-
as I try again and again,
to rise to the sky-
from the heaviness of,
what brings fear-
to its shouting,
I allow myself to embrace me-
quiet and quivering,
in my unsettling-
of life leaving me often helpless,
stepping onto new ground now-
I breathe and say,
you are the one-
who can bring it back,
to the holding of your soul-
in soothing silence,
so I come now-
holding compassion,
as my compass-
grace as my candle,
in my storm.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg © 

We love. We hurt. There is that inner core in all of us which is simply beautiful. Depending on how much we have been hurt, we will expose our deepest feelings, but we all share these qualities.
~ Andrew Matthews