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Change
Pressure all around
Chaos in the air
I don’t know which way is up
Which is down
It must be time for change
Again
Now to see this dark
In the light
That is my challenge
That is my goal
To cooperate
With the forces at work
To change me more into
The person I long to be
The one I was breathed to be
So much is out of my control
Yet so much is in my power
To say yes
And let go
To watch this fire
Burn all that is not gold
© 2012 Julie Clark
Room
I.
Is there room in my heart
For the ones excluded, tossed out, forbidden to enter?
Can I scoot over
Just a bit, move my junk
So another can lie down and rest
For awhile
Until it is safe again to venture out?
It’s a stretch
I like my privacy
My quiet my space
I’m tired and weary
But they more so.
II.
So here I am
Trying to live the life
I believe in
Yet, struggling to do so
Something in me
Just wants to be left alone
To be quiet
To have some space
To get well and strong again.
But there are too many
Who have far less
Peace than I
Who need something
That I have plenty of.
Can I just share and be glad
Because I know it is all worth the while
To give away my extra
To another
Somehow it multiplies
And I end up with more
Than I had to start with
With joy beaming on top
Like a shiny red
Cherry smiling
From a hot fudge
Sunday.
© 2012 Julie Clark
Fractals
Pieces of God
Treasures
Hidden in all the earth
Until we see them
And wonder how we had
Missed the evidence
Of their existence
Am I one?
With His DNA
Hidden like a diamond
To be discovered
In my heart?
© 2012 Julie Clark
Traveler
I am the traveler
On a journey
You are the gate
To the path, the way
That leads to life
You are the light
That shines in the dark
Illuminating my way
You are my strength
When the road is steep
And my hope grows dim
You are my shade
When the sun bears down
You are the song
The birds are singing
To cheer my heart
When it becomes heavy
My companion
When I need to talk
My GPS
When I lose my way
You are the strong love
That keeps fear away
When wild things
Rage and roar
The sword that flashes
When danger nears
You are the fresh water
In the stream
When I grow thirsty
You are my home
At last
That I am forever
Longing for.
© 2012 Julie Clark
Boulder River
Boulder River went unwilling
Into this present age of bondage
Where death and decay reign.
What would it have been like
Before knowledge was chosen over love?
It is so beautiful now
With the dense foliage on either side,
The waterfalls cascading
Down the sheer cliffs.
Would the water have been
The purest of pure
Able to quench the thirst
Of man and beast?
Perhaps the intensity of color
Would have blinded the eyes of mortals.
The wild things
Instead of hiding
Would come out to greet us.
The bird song so sweet
We would have wept and laughed together.
I know the sign at the trailhead
Would not be there
Warning the hikers
Of the dangers of the wilderness.
© 2012 Julie Clark
Through the Cracks
There are just times
When beauty is not in full display
But only to be seen when hunted for
Showing through the cracks
A Mattress on the Floor
A mattress on the floor
Will do for a while
It opens up the world
For life and adventure
I would miss
If I insisted on sleeping
Only in my own room
With my elevated
Queen size mattress
Off the floor
I would have missed
So much bustle and activity
Being available
To hold a new-born baby
Colors bursting forth
In fabrics, faces and flowers
Handing out fresh bread and water
To the hungry and the thirsty
Yet, I am starting to miss
That elevation
And the tranquility
Of familiarity
Discerning the times and seasons
Is important now
Before I wear too thin
And have little to give
I believe it is time to move
Back off the floor
© 2012 Julie Clark
Categories: borderlands, Life, Poetry, Travel
Tags: elevation, floor, flowers, hungry, life, mattress, miss, thirsty, tranquility
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Conflict
Time to grow again
Head for the woods for a walk
Look for the log
That fills my eye
Coming from my heart
It distorts my vision
Of the other
Puts them in the worst light
And me in the best
Help me, Father
Take this log
So that I may turn and love my brother
© 2012 Julie Clark
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