POETRY

WHEN GOD SAYS BE

When God says “Be”,

a flow begins.

Downhill streams,

Delivering personalized

And, “you” specific

manifestations

To your doorstep,

Or your window sill,

Or your inbox.

See how easily

His Command comes forth?

See how nothing can cease its’ reality?

With perfect timing

that no watch, nor clock

On earth can surpass.

An alignment, unparalleled.

Enough to make you say,

“How silly I have been,

To ever worry about what will be?”

Because if it is for you,

Nothing can keep it from you.

Not an ocean, nor a military fleet.

Not an empty bank account,

Nor an empty mind,

fresh out of good ideas.

If it is for you,

Gods “Be” is impenetrable.

But if it is not, Oh if it is not.

No thing, no friend, no mama

No father, no well-connected network

of, well, connected nets—work.

Nothing can catch nor carry

that destiny for you.

Or to you.

It is not yours.

It never was.

So why worry?

And how can we worry?

And why do we worry?

It’s obvious to me,

we are meant to spend our days,

Amazed.

Humbled.

Glorifying the One.

See how easily

His Command comes forth?

See how nothing can cease its’ reality?

What joy to be found

In Trusting

in Him.

I AM YOUR BALANCE

I am the soft to your firm.

The staccato to your consistency.

The abstract to your concrete.

The change of heart to your train of thought.

I am the seeking to your findings.

The feeling to your thought.

The inspiration to your conclusion.

The deep perception to your higher knowledge.

The intuition to your logic.

The respect to your love.

The vulnerable to your protection.

The devoted to your service.

I AM YOUR BALANCE.

THE TAMING

My heart is a bucking wild horse.

My spirit, free, afloat like butterflies.

My soul, a cave of solitude

hiding unborn, hidden treasures.

There behind the wall of my eyes

is the Amazon.

Tears fall down my face, like glistening

dripping stalactites.

And I wait for the one

Who will walk into my wilderness

And not be afraid to see me.

And not be afraid to see past me.

He who has the strength to sit still.

With a presence that makes me simply

Just want to sit there too.

Quietly. Or even not.

With him my heart can say,

I am finally here.

Here where the search for better

has ceased to exist.

The thirst for more, now quenched.

And because I know what life is like without him.

I know with him, is where I should be.

Once skilled at building walls,

I lay that mastery to rest.

I cannot bear to push him away.

GOOD THINGS COME

Good things come to those who wait—

(*** fine print: Patiently, and don’t ruin themselves while they wait for alignment and continuously work towards betterment, while also being of service and seeking closeness with God, not to say you won’t fail or want to quit sometimes, because after all— your human! But, yes, if you get back up, pick up where you left off, there you will be pleased to find...) Good things come to those who wait.

FULFILLING HER BELIEF

There’s a story inside me.

And it begins

“Once upon a time,

Zaimah was too much.”

She yearned for more, too much.

She reached up high, too much.

And because she perceives

her ambition as a flaw,

she will give away the very gifts

she prayed for.

Just so she can yearn, some more.

Oh because yearning is what

she knows best.

No having is not her strong-suit.

As having never seems to come.

In her life as a raisin in the sun.

She cries for water.

Oh no! But he deserves to have peace!

The peace my dad

couldn’t find with my mom.

The peace I can’t seem to have, of mind.

No he’s not built to hold her yearning.

His cure can only reach her surface.

When deeper lies, her unmet purpose.

So... “Let him be, Let him be.” She thinks.

“You are free, you are free.” She says.

“Let’s be friends. Let’s be friends;

And you will not have

to be bothered with my yearnings

again.”

As she fulfills her belief.

That what she wants,

is too much.

Yes. She will give away the very love,

she hoped for. Completely.

Best of Times (yes, 2020)

Someone told me we are in the best times... I knew he was right, but I couldn’t see or feel that truth. And now I do. We are in the best of times. Progress is coming, rapidly. Keep the hope. Keep the faith. Return to good & God with energy and enthusiasm. Focus on the open way. Because regardless of how it seems... The way is open.

THE SACRIFICE

I have an aching in my heart.

It calls for a... a....

a him,

an other,

a counterpart,

a match.

A man who wants and needs me.

A soul reflecting mine.

A husband for this wife,

a call to prayer at dawn,

a how are you today baby,

a lets catch a flick tonight,

a well, we can just stay home if you want,

a protective stance in a crowd,

an arm around my waist while walking,

a whats for dinner, I’m starving,

a you look amazing, come’ere,

a kiss on the forehead that travels down,

a stern response of stop playing,

a loving voice of encouragement,

a nah not right now, I’m working,

a you play too much, when I’m being too silly,

a scoot over babe, you’re hogging the couch,

a half covered leg with his leg,

when I don’t scoot far enough,

to make room for him.

And thats just the thing.

The aching I have in my heart,

is precisely a refusal to make room,

a refusal to give my body,

a refusal to give my will,

a refusal to be constrained,

or dependent on,

a someone who wants and needs me.

Because for sure, I will want and need him too.

And what if he isn’t worth...

my wanting...

my needing...

And that is so scary to me.

But in all actuality,

my refusal

is simply just

a refusal,

to settle.

But judging by the size of this ache…

I already have

yet...

yet...

I only settle for this ache, until my him arrives.

Knowing the sacrifice I make now, will pale in comparison to his smile.

Its a choice I make everyday.

I endure what I don’t want,

So I can have

what I do.

Him.