It Won’t Always Be This Way

scarlet paint marvia davidsonIt won’t always be this way you know.
The sun really will shine again
But there is something in this life which
Smacks of pain, loss, and leaning in to the shards
Of brokenness

There’s really no way around it
What we have learned today has come from our yesterdays
We will learn tomorrow has come from our todays
This is the essence of life

We live by just being
We let that being become what we do
We let the being become who we are
In valley, in shadow, in silence, in sorrow
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Glue {He Holds Me Together}

swirl marvia davidsonHe holds me together.

I am a limpy, weighty bag of tired weary bones.

I’ve tried hard, very hard to make it;
Take it; muscle it; and chin up through it.

I’m exhausted. I can do no more.
I am weary of this world, the conflicts,
the fighting, the tit-for-tat
assassination of character, tender hearts,
and honest souls.

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Breathing in, Breathing Out

Photo by Jennifer Upton

Photo by Jennifer Upton

Do you feel that breeze?
A quiet hush of the holy warms upon my cheeks
Embracing the soul in welcoming comfort
Feel that?
The sense of all-consuming peace, swaying
Rests heavy on my brow.
I’m breathing in
Breathing out.
Serenity

Do you see it?
There is a brightness
Penetrating woeful darkness
Pointing me again to truth
A vibrant sword of yellow-white flickering
With specks of glory dust
See it?
The sense of calm
Rests softly on my bosom.
I’m breathing in
Breathing out
Distillation

Do you hear that song?
A sacred melody soaring higher
Pulls this heart to the center of wholeness
Hear it?
The sense of softly falling rain
Gently washing away the chaos stain
Rests lightly on my soul
I’m breathing in
Breathing out
Destiny
cloud light marvia davidson
Do you smell this perfumed renewal?
An incense of feeble prayers mixed with the
Rain-washed sorrows of rose
And the memory of myrrh
Smell it?
The sense of love no longer entombed
But now a fragrant freedom offering
I’m breathing in
Breathing out
Restoration

Do you taste joyful bloom of spring?
A velvet honey-sweet of brokenness
Shooting up from the solemn ground
Taste it?
The sense of hope a nimble lavender sugar enveloping
Every fiber of my being
I’m breathing in
Breathing out
Belonging
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