bring to light

While planting summer roses

I came upon a rusted jar of majesty

buried in the earth.

Inside were drumbeat crushed longings 

of someone's wishes and wantings.

Whirling questions tumbled from within:

What is it I am meant to unearth?

What is it I have hidden away?

What is it that awakens me in the night 

to remind me of who I am?

I exhale silence:

that first impossible word

of one searching for the forgotten.

Comments

[kristen]

i love your writing, just beautiful.

[keishua]

this is so relevant to me on some many levels now. stumbling and finding so much these days.
thank you for these words.

[brooke]

nice!

"the first impossible words"

beatiful

[Elizabeth]

"I exhale silence: that first impossible word"

That made me inhale, exhale, deep. Love.

[Martha]

" a rusted jar of majesty " .....I wish I had wrtten those words . My love told me this today , that in some of my better poems there will be a line that he wishes he had written and that really struck home with me as such high praise and then I read this and there were those words , " a rusted jar of majesty " and that thought came to me about that line .... I hope I do not steal it !!! oh my - the sky is pink - must run !!!! love you . m

[stephanie]

I love the visual of unearthing this rusted jar of majesty! I love asking what is it that awakens me in the night to remind me of who I am? YES! How often do I (you) crush my (your) own longings and wishes and push them down, down, down...for fear. Thank you dear Jennifer.

[lovely and imperfect]

thank you all for reading and for your encouraging words. many blessings to you. :)