Oh my dear friend, with the sweet soul
All you do is talk about renovating the kitchen
When the pipe has burst, the hot water is boiling around your ankles
And you are crying on the floor
Your smile is hidden from your insides
And the music is still playing
Oh my dear friend, with a soul so sweet
Listen to the trees
They whisper in repeat
Words that nature can claim only in her language
And you can feel them without knowing their spelling or pronunciation
Listen, sweet one.
The trees on the lake hold a space for you
The kitchen may never be done
And life may never feel efficient
But your breath will still move slowly up from the root of the earth along your spine, beyond the crown of your head and back down
Like the voices of the trees when the wind is silent, and when it blows
Climbing down the mountain is something only you can know
You are not too sweet
For there is not any such thing
Neither are you a cold stone
But grounded like a mountain
And with faith only the size of a mustard seed you could move
Where is yours?
“Your righteousness reaches to the skies, O God,
you who have done great things.
Who, O God, is like you?
Though you have made me see troubles many and bitter,
You will restore my life again;
From the depths of the earth,
you will bring me up.
You will increase my honor
and comfort me once again.” [Psalm 71:19-21]
Righteousness, Faithfullness, Justice and Love.
These are the Mighty Ones’ lullaby
Might She hold you in her presence while He sings and They all hold you high
Your spirit inside defying what we know as worldly life
Let the awareness of the Earth stand by as the consciousness of the heavens
Floats through you like the gentlest breeze on a warm afternoon,
Leaves falling in changed colors, for you have changed, too
Do justice, Love mercy and Walk humbly, my love, for God holds all directions for you
Hands and feet will be washed
And hearts will be cleansed
Minds will be rendered
And you will discover that there is no end.
written on 3/7/15 by Andrea Ridgard