For Me?
FOR ME?
Ayla Laundry, April 16, 2020, Friends of Guest House
I said to them it is a complicated excerpt ,
but is it my story?
A continued story with no precise end or beginning .
Is it for them?
Or is it for me?
FOR ME?
Ayla Laundry, April 16, 2020, Friends of Guest House
I said to them it is a complicated excerpt ,
but is it my story?
A continued story with no precise end or beginning .
Is it for them?
Or is it for me?
AT BAY..
Contessia Bosserman, April 16, 2020, Friends of Guest House
I speak to my pain,
how long can you keep the great sadness at bay?
Pain answers, until you can overcome it.
i whisper to my curiosity,
how have the waves not drug you under?
Curiosity simply answers hope.
Then i ask will there be a pocket of air underneath the pressure of the sea?
Light is above the water and you must reach for it.
WE WILL
Candace Leber, April 16, 2020, Friends of Guest House
And I said to her: Will you see how wonderful you are?
And she said: Will you show me?
And I Said to her: Will you forgive yourself?
And she said: Will I have suffered enough?
And I said to us: Will we ever love ourselves?
And we said: Will we help each other?
Time
Aimee Treakle, Friends of Guest House
What if I think of this
time as a drop of water
falling into a puddle with
such fluidity that it makes
no ripples adding to the
volume of time without
the waves of action and
reaction. Simply sliding into the
next moment.
In this most sacred time
feed your spirit. While the
sand is falling silently body
and mind muted with solidarity
spend these precious grains
of time feeding your soul.
I promise myself to not
get lost in the sound
of silence the soundless
steps through the
sands of time.
I promise the world we
won’t be muted forever.
The seconds will tick the
minutes will thud and the
hours will ring. The drop
will birth waves and
the sands will sing.
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