muse|usf student poetry

muse. usf student poetry

sanctuary stress

I just need to rest –

love radiates through the soil beneath my thighs and grace surrounds me in goldenrods. Stressed. Stressing. Stress. contentment envelops me in cat tails while wonder awaits in the redtail hawk. Stressed My patience is being tested –Being spread thin. sweetness resides in the soft touch of indian grass through my fingers and freedom blooms in the dispersal of milkweed seeds from my palms white pelicans soar across my migrating mind, bringing my soul back into communion Stressing My self-esteem is undressing –Exposing all my insecurities. as humility unfolds with the fragile wings of an asian beetle. speaking seems sinful, for my feet are on sacred ground. i walk and listen through the swaying bluestem Stress and hear a whisper that says “you were made for me.” and falling cottonwood leaves Sleeping to quiet my mind. -mvWhen will this stress end? wake up Hush… I wake up again in the same bed, in the same room The noise of the world sunshine hair sticking up and bad breath The chaos of life just another day The chatter of conflict I start to walk till I can’t breathe pouring the coffee beans …hush The wind feels good upon my cheeks the neighbors silently protest The grass is green and full of bugs as the grinder starts Take a deep breath. You’ll manage it. Let it all go. mjp I look up at the clouds above It starts to rain and makes us wet My shoes all soaked, my hair a mess I look to you and see your face It puts the sunshine back in place. b the kettle whistles her shrill song until I give the attention she needs. the gentle pour begins over my favorite clay mug drip, drip, drip wispy swirls of steam rise rummaging through my backpack I grab my bible, I sit down take a sip from “retail therapy” breathe deep the well worn pages flip

You fill your mind with things then complain about the clutter. to their resting place I wake up again s.m.s cgl

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