the rumble returns
I hear him behind dark clouds
smell of Spring, joy of new
the impatient hail, patient sun
felt between lightening strikes,
twisting, changing, my view
as the wind calls out,
remember me.
I’d offer my heart, each beat,
for a moment of truth,
where feeling the security
of love
at its rawest, keeps me
invested, sure and confidant.
don’t tell me, show me
and I’ll wear love
on my skin, in my hair and
within my eyes once again.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Yeah – love is not empty words, love is the investment. Outstanding poem – just outstanding.
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Yes, I’ve been lucky to feel that investment and crave to know it again. Thank you. *blush*
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This is wonderful and passionate Audrey. I especially love the ending about wearing love.
How are you btw? I’ve been so busy that just today I have been able to return to blog briefly. Working on a big event we’re having here for Good Friday. Painting a piece for it.
Hope you are well.
🙂 ❤
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Hi, Staci. Thank you…I loved writing this poem. The wearing love part is my favorite part, too. I’m doing well, thanks. Just keeping busy with work and the kids. The lenten season has been nuts on this end. Looking forward to next week. 🙂 I’d love to see what you’re doing.. my best to you and good luck!!!
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“The lenten season has been nuts on this end.”
–Tell me about it. Here too. We are organizing a Good Friday event and dinner here. We only started planning it last week, so it’s been all on since then here at our base. I was in charge of doing an art piece symbolizing Simon helping Jesus carry the cross. I will post it after. Tomorrow will be crazy busy definitely. I’m really looking forward to this event. Our dinner will have voice and guitar instead of the traditional worship music thing. I will be doing a couple of songs for that. Still have to rehearse with the guy that will be doing the guitar part for me. Hahaha. Eek!
Have a great rest of the Lenten season Audrey.
🙂 ❤
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Ooh, we’re having that rumbly kind of day here, Audrey. Such majesty in a good prairie storm, huh?
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It was so cathartic to listen to the thunderstorm last night and write in the moment. Sharing the effort here makes me proud and gets me out of my box, a bit. Hope you enjoy your storm today.. xo
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You know, there’s a fair bit of power hiding behind (and in and about) your words, Audrey.
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Is that a good thing, Robert? Yes, and one usually has to dig a bit deeper to find me. A defensive mechanism I use a lot, as speaking about myself or allowing myself to be seen is a struggle for me. Silly me believes no one “finds” me here. 😉
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Hiding in plain sight.
It’s okay, Audrey – it’s all good – I’m no monster. 😉
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Not a monster..who are you then?
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Erm … I forget.
When I look in the mirror I only see a pale reflection of me. When I look in my mind I am flustered by what I find.
When I look in my heart, things start to look up.
When I look in your eyes, I see the beauty that is me.
Kindness – Robert.
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Show don’t tell lives everywhere.
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Indeed it does, John.
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🙂
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