Merry meet friends!
Michelle here, bringing lots of love and light…
This month, October, is Breast Cancer Awareness and Domestic Violence Awareness Month. I am a survivor of both. Both can and have killed women; the DV almost killed me, because at times I wanted to kill myself. I’m glad I, and it didn’t. In honor of this, and because Spirit said so, I am only posting one of my poems this week. Perhaps it will speak to and help one woman somewhere.
A Woman’s Place
Feeling, hurting, grieving, crying
Living, loving, giving, dying
Teasing, fighting, pushing, shoving
Smiling, laughing, kissing, hugging
Sweeping, scrubbing, washing, mending
Standing, stooping, pulling, bending
Cooking, slicing, dicing, peeling
Praying, fasting, waiting, healing
Bumps and bruises
Cuts and scrapes
Feeling like she’s being raped;
Limb by limb
And then the heart.
Nurse, friend, wife, mother
Teacher, counselor, sister, lover
All things to everyone
Use all of her
And then some;
A woman’s place is hard to find
For it begins inside her mind
Hidden passions, plans and purposes
Pushed aside but trying to surface
Through the mirrors of her soul
To make her free, complete and whole.
Buried deeply in her being
Much too painful to start seeing
She beholds another image
Full of wrinkles, spot and blemishes
She doesn’t seem to realize
She’s been transformed in God’s eyes.
That marred image God has broken
God has cleansed, healed and spoken.
Now she can hear the Spirit’s call
To submit to purpose-and standing tall
Using spiritual strategies
Influence those she wants to please
The scepter beckons her to come
Into the presence of the throne
Giving her the kingdom is God’s pleasure
For to God she is a treasure
Union brings her face to face
In the heart of God
She’s found her place.
Until next Sunday,Merry part and merry meet again,
Gypsi Mama Michelle