Join Now
irishwriter 
6:37am, November 9, 2009
The God of my heart is in my heart
not called by church bells, disturbing my
Sunday morning sleep.
is in the seeing of my sons
after two months of only voices saying
‘call me back, I’ve no credit!’
is in sharing dinner with my daughter
hearing the stories of her days
and the worries of her nights.
is in planning food with good wine
for old friends, revitalizing my living
with words
that leap from music, to gossip
to philosophy within the changing
textures of the servings.
Is in Coleridge and Shakepeare
spoken of while smoking at the back of Larry’s
on a quiet summer Sunday
is in the stopping of the car
at the side of the road
to dance to an irresistible song
or to call a friend to tell them
imperiously, jokingly
to get out there and see the amazing sunset.
Is in the remembering of cherry blossom
or lilac long after May and September
bring us in to Winter cold.
or that couple who moved silently
into each other’s arms to dance on Saturday afternoon
in the remnants of former glory in Cahir Castle.
In the seeing of my brother
in the face of his lovely son, unable to
resist the lightest touch of his face.
That God is a God I would keep
to hold softly, filling my heart.
Comments
Words
Words that ripple and roar, whispered softly,
wounding, clipping wings, pulling down.
Those that lift and fill like inconsequential and Kilmardinny
or the Irish ‘Ta mo chroi lan le ghra duit’
(my heart is full of love for you)
Those that resonate for years, satisfying as a soft
full red wine, savoured in the company of good people.
Those whose order give a buzz to your day like
‘you make that dress look beautiful’
Those that jumble out in excitement in the telling
of the stories of a life on the phone at midnight.
Those that are mumbled in the quiet before sleep
in the comfort of a warm bed.
Those that fill the empty spaces in an elusive crossword
reaching for a pen at four in the morning with a sigh.
Always changing meaning in the context of the moment
words that enrich the passing of the days.
Comments
-
"words that enrich the passing of the days." Well said!
-
And the silence that hollers and howls
Beneath, always beneath
Unable to speak
Unable to be heard
So full of loneliness
So full of pain
That tears through the words
And makes them shine
Like teardrops of pearl.
-
Wow AGAIN! I came here after a tuff couple of days --Tired--and I am REFRESHED by the flow of your words!
choasity-- THAT is BEAUTIFUL-- and touches my heart deeply
Black
I remember the two days that lasted countless years
when there existed only the wounds
of yesterday and the salt in them of today.
Tomorrow was an endless following
of all those todays, when the lure of
the end of a rope, the exhaust of a car
or even the stash of pills held it’s own in the
dead of night.
When acting ‘as if’ and ‘I’m fine’ became
as comfortable as a soft old coat, long past
its ‘donate to Oxfam’ date.
Life and the desire for it eating away the black
in the shock of Fintan’s end of play with suicide
in the pain and the knowing that every life
is missed in untold ways, in the leaving of
incomprehension in the hearts of those I was
so completely unable to see.
Past Entries
| August 2008 |
Sunday, 8/03
|
Here you breathe life and have strength. Very good.
ChristopherRobin
I believe that our God-center is within our very heart and soul. It is kinda the compass we were sent down here to "hell on earth" to function with as to what is right and wrong for us. We judge ourselves harshly for a reason I believe. Does that make any sense?
ZanyBeeper
Thank you for a lovely poem that shares so much about you - it is warm and uplifting.
choasity
This poem is beautiful! And more meaningful than MANY hymns!
2ndsight
This is an awesome uplifting poem. I find my church outdoors rather than in a building.
Stormwind
I'm near speachless
ShawnC32
That mere words could speak so much...beautiful, poignant and stirring... Lori
lmiklaucic
Beautiful, beautiful, from a beautiful person!
SFWriter
thats is brillaint i love it xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
nevagiveup