Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Poem: Point in the Heart


Point in the Heart

This point in the heart --
its sharp contrast between
Divine Intention and my yearnings --
pierces and makes me weep.

The temptation in this suffering
Lures me with false promises,
Creates daydreams of loving with all my heart,
Sends nightmares to shame me for that longing.

With this point in the heart,
God plucks my soul and, every now and then,
Sends me a messenger who wants to know
If I still love.

The answer: “Yes, and always.
What more proof is needed beyond
My longing to know the Great Love behind
These tears and dreams?”


-- meganthemegan August 21, 2007

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Poem: Making Bread

Making Bread

At first, when kneading the dough,
A mass of disconnected ingredients,
Sticky, uneasy, resistant,
Not sure if it is lacking or complete.

Then, in one moment, it comes together --
Supple, unified, smooth.
As if suddenly aware and recognizing itself,
It molds to its meaning, yields to its purpose.

When that happens, I connect with
All women in this and ancient days.
With lives lacking and complete,
We experience that moment

When resistance turns to connection,
When we become aware and recognize ourselves,
Our meaning, our intention,
When sense is made of our uneasy lives.

-- meganthemegan, August 14, 2007

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Poem: Spell 'World' Backwards



Spell 'World' Backwards

It took me two tries before I realized the pruning shears wouldn’t unlock the front door;
I panicked when I couldn’t remember my son’s name;
At first I laughed when I started the car and saw I was wearing pajamas and a sweatshirt;
And saying ‘bingo’ when my friends come up with a word I can’t remember is happening so often,
I should probably get over my aversion to the game.

So when the doctor asked me to spell ‘WORLD’ backwards,
I wanted to say “That should be easy given what I’ve been going through.”
But instead, I closed my eyes tight shut, saw the blackboard,
And spelled ‘WORLD’ backwards correctly.

And now I pray he will find something in the five vials of blood
That will give me some option other than coming to a time
When I will not know how to spell ‘WORLD’ backwards.

In the meantime, I learn to cope and
Printed out a sign I can read on my way out the front door:

“Where are you going?
Is God with you?
--Spell ‘WORLD’ backwards--”



--meganthemegan, August 1, 2007