I AM
In all truth
The only one I can save
Try as I might
Despite
Early development of codependent
Jesus Complex
Others are not my projects
“Thy will be done”
Takes on all new meaning
Acceptance and Unconditional Love
Become the goals
First of self
Then growing,
Glowing
Light
Into the world
The only one I can save
In all truth?
I AM.
*Shared at Poets United's Verse First ~ The Wild Truth
Sourdough © Kim Nelson
Coming into my own
required time
had to brew and bubble
build and double
develop character, flavor
become something to savor
like sourdough starter
on the counter
*I live in Tucson, AZ, where local artisan baker and owner of Barrio Bread Company, Don Guerra, produces the best bread I’ve ever eaten. Here is how he describes his process:
“Barrio Bread is leavened with a sourdough starter (Levain) that contains natural yeasts. This local airborne yeast creates the enzymes needed to predigest the starches and proteins of the grain. The fermentation process creates carbon dioxide, which becomes trapped in tiny pockets of dough, resulting in a natural rising of the bread. Natural leavening works to create the complex structure and flavors of Barrio Bread.”
*Note to fellow writers: I’d appreciate revision suggestions!
Body
of proof,
of mine
gives and gives again
out
away
never up
pleasure, pain, pride
precious cargo
babies
world’s weight
soul living to evolve
solve
mysteries
Body
of proof
of mine
gives and gives again
out
away
not up
not yet
Gotta love it.
*Written for Poets United, Verse First ~ Body
*Image originally prompted this poem: Sure Real
Forgiveness
Falling through the floorboards
Of the house on Cedar Lane
The one where no one loved you
Where abuse and violence reigned
Falling through the floorboards
I arrived in days gone by
And watched as no one loved you
Where you smothered silent cry
Falling through the floorboards
My own history I changed
As I showed them how to love you
True connections were arranged
Falling through the floorboards
To that place where you were young
I learned to fully love you
True forgiveness has begun
It’s iconic
Ironic
This repeated passion play
I could prostrate myself,
Allow your scourge to freely flay
Still, it would not be enough
You’d come back another day
Angry
I could struggle through the darkness
Of our shared Gethsemane
Let you revile, defile, deny
Me
It would not be enough
You still would fail to see
Resentful
I could walk to Golgotha
Accept your jabs and barbs
Wear your crown of thorns
Embrace your scorn
You’d still want more
Vengeful
I could climb the mount to Calvary
Hang there upon the crux
Naked, mocked and doomed
It would not be enough.
You’d rub salt in my wounds
Righteous
It’s useless, this processional, repeated passion play
Then, Aha!
I see the light of day
Perhaps the change to make’s not yours,
But mine.
I pray.
I’ll completely shift my focus
Look inside
My will be thine.
