As The Willow Lives

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If I lived
As the willow lives
I’d fling long tresses
Into the wind
And send deep roots
Through all the earth
To touch and embrace
Both love and pain

If I lived
As the willow lives
I’d stretch Moon silvered arms
And pluck the stars
Weaving them with great care
Around each bloom and leaf
And so, adorned with the light
I would wait for you

If I lived
As the willow lives
I’d love you, with a passion
Both deep and high
I’d be your shade and home
Your place of sweet rest
And build cathedrals of my branches
So that, you, may live in the skies.
LM Jones

(Painting by: DorettaBendalin https://goo.gl/images/DPW51V)

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Not About Angels

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“That’s the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.”

Yes, pain demands to be felt
An inferno arising from within
Refuses to be ignored
No point in placation

I have learned to let tears fall
Wherever they may
And I will feel no shame
In my submission
I give myself over to the tidal wave

Total surrender
As up up up…I’m carried
Then, reaching the crest, I’m pushed
Not over, but back
To fall and crash

Churned with the rocks and shells
I become smooth
Refinement in the fire
I’m gold
Made new from the old

And from below calm waters
I see the brilliant dawn
Violently
I break the surface
Breathing life in sobbing gulps

Astonishment! As golden wings unfurl
And I begin to rise
The watchers wait to see
An angel come to life.

-LM Jones
(Quote: The Fault in Our Stars)

The Loudness of Silence

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When I find myself
In the midst of your silence
And my soul screams for reply
I will not feel abandoned
But remember the words
You’ve already spoken
Over my life.
In the barren places
Inside these dry bones
I will choose praise
I’ll sing of your mercies…
And rest in your grace
Just as the breath of your words
Caused the earth to unfurl
I will speak of your promises
And create my own worlds.
-LM Jones

Little Golden Bird

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“Who knows? Perhaps the same bird
echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening.”

Little bird of gold
Why do you never fly?
How can you sit so bold
With gathering storms in sky?

I’m awaiting the sun
For he never fails to visit me
Very soon he’ll come
Sit and wait, you’ll see

But are the storms worth the light?
My doubt was very plain
Little bird, suffering in my sight
It didn’t seem quite sane

Oh yes! Every moment of the storm is worth his rays
Wait for the clouds to pass, And I’ll sing a song
What’s suffering compared to his warmth upon my face?
He’ll hear my call dear, it shan’t be long

And sure enough she began to sing
The winds and rain did cease
I found a small hope upon which to cling
Oh let the sun come for her, please!

And it was as if the heavens broke
The light was blinding to behold
Then I heard the sun as he spoke
It was all as I’d been told

He wrapped the small lovely dove
In golds of the brightest hue
The storms had been worth his love
Her words had proven true.

-LM Jones
(Quote: Rilke)