My friend Eve gathered all of her favorite girlfriends to her place for dinner on Friday night. Eve is very spiritual and the type of girl who wants to change the world. She talks the talk and walks the walk. After dinner, she wanted us to go around in a circle and talk about what mattered to us, what we wanted to do with our lives. I kinda rolled my eyes, but it was really cool. It was insightful, engaging…a wonderful bonding experience. Anyhow, one of the girls was a poet who recited her poetry. I don’t think I’ve ever been so moved by a poem! She has her own CD of poetry that she passed out. I am a big, big fan. Please check her out and if you’re as moved by her poetry as I am, send her an email and ask to be put on her distribution list for future readings.
And So She Said to Him
And so she said to him…
I am not like any other.
I do have stormy weather,
and if you don’t like it, please,
don’t set up camp here,
or tend to any of my wildflowers.
They can care for themselves,
(they just won’t have anyone to bless with their fragrance)
I do need to…let you know,
I don’t intend to hurt you,
my thunder and lightning and rain,
it’s just my nature,
and I do not care to change…
(there are places you can move to where the weather is always nice, and the leaves never change colors, if you like perpetual spring…)
I am letting you know now, that is not me.
You may get caught up in the occasional rainstorm,
that is me;
But I promise, I, too,
shall bring you in from the rain,
wash you, hold you,
and tend to any of your wounds…
And more, for of course,
the most violent rainstorms, fires, floods
bring great renewal, new life,
gracefully making room for new love to ripen…
You may tend to my beautiful garden, rest there and you shall see,
eternal spring inside moments of enchanted infinity.
And you shall be the only one,
that will know
the me of I am,
the eye of my way,
and to know the why of amy…
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