A poem: The Message Under the Door

Why, God, do I long so hard for so much?

I yearn today to the point of tears

for flowers already in my hands,

for just a little piece of land

For sweet caresses; a man’s touch

Someone to hold me who loves me so much

For success in projects and a focused goal

for dreams and visions, and to be made whole

For life and love and abundance abounding

to be open and sharing with courage resounding

to be close to your heart to the point I am burning

to not see mistakes, but to honor the learning

To give and let go, go big or go home

to know deep inside I’m not really alone

to grow so at peace with all that is true

to pick up my mat, rise and follow you

I want to be where you are – where are you?

I’m knocking out here – is there something else I should do?

I’m scared and it’s cold – I’ve been out here for days

And I feel so alone. Is there some other way?

to be in your house, to live in your room

to hear your sweet music

to bear in my womb

the love you’ve created – no – the love that you are

I want it so badly

Lord, you have my heart.

Lead me, O God, to the places and those

whose lives and whose souls will need me the most.

(C) 2011 Kristin Firestone