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My Poetry

The Most Important Thing

I am making a home inside myself. A shelter

of kindness where everything
is forgiven, everything allowed—a quiet patch

of sunlight to stretch out without hurry,

where all that has been banished

and buried is welcomed, spoken, listened to—released.

A fiercely friendly place I can claim as my very own.

I am throwing arms open
to the whole of myself—especially the fearful,

fault-finding, falling apart, unfinished parts, knowing

every seed and weed, every drop
of rain, has made the soil richer.

I will light a candle, pour a hot cup of tea, gather

around the warmth of my own blazing fire. I will howl

if I want to, knowing this flame can burn through
any perceived problem, any prescribed perfectionism,

any lying limitation, every heavy thing.

I am making a home inside myself
where grace blooms in grand and glorious

abundance, a shelter of kindness that grows

all the truest things.

I whisper hallelujah to the friendly
sky. Watch now as I burst into blossom.

Hold Out Your Hand

Let’s forget the world for a while

fall back and back
into the hush and holy
of now

are you listening? This breath

invites you
to write the first word
of your new story

your new story begins with this:

You matter.

You are needed—empty

and naked
willing to say yes
and yes and yes.

Do you see
the sun shines, day after day

whether you have faith
or not
the sparrows continue
to sing their song

even when you forget to sing


stop asking: Am I good enough?

Ask only: Am I showing up with love?

Life is not a straight line
it’s a downpour of gifts, please—

hold out your hand

This Thing In You

will not take no for an answer.

This that somehow 

shines strong 

beneath the heavy hard hurry 

of your conveniently 

noisy life. This shapeless

something that shows up

even when you forget
to notice.

It does not
understand safe
or sensible, will not let you get away with half-hearted lifeless lies.

It’s that wordless
that does not know how
to be quiet. It will continue knocking until you throw open

the door. Until you become

Ablaze. Awake. Madly in love.

The dazzling artist of your own
wild life.

I cannot begin to describe the peace that comes over me when I read your poetry. Your words are like oxygen. And they also unify. Gosh, how we need unifying forces right now. You help us see the humanness in each other and show us HOW to choose love in small, everyday actions. Please know that every lifeline you have written has touched my heart. Please never stop writing and throwing out lifelines.    - Rachel Macy Stafford

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