when the trumpet sounds
and when heaven appears
we just might see it’s been here waiting
for thousands and thousands of weeks
for us to let go and breathe
heaven doesn’t come
when your lungs are closed
when your heart doesn’t beat
heaven doesn’t come
when you let her tell you
what your soul doesn’t believe
i want to know that when the air arrives
when the lightning strikes
that the grey in my eyes
was fear
was fear
was fear
i want to know that we’ve always been free
that the weight was just me
that the shame was just everything
he told his daughter out of
his fear
his fear
his fear
heaven doesn’t come
when the skin is weak
when the sadness seeps
through everything we’re trying for
heaven doesn’t come
when you let her tell you
what your eyes can’t see
when words are many
our god, he weeps
when guilt is heavy
our god, he relieves
i want to know
that the lies are asleep
that we are the ones
shaking them from their dreams
i want to know that my heart,
my child,
the angel you gave me
still sees
the face of my father
our father
in heaven
oh heaven, please show us
you’ve come.
[the rest of my poetry project here: womanuntieyourtongue.tumblr.com]
and today’s favorite song:
photo credit: katie marina scott.
Didn’t expect dandelions to look like that after being pressed 🙂
Also, profound. Encouraged, thank you.
This is so beautiful and honest. I wanted to write some sort of coherent, profound comment in response, but couldn’t because this poem said everything and left me speechless.
“when words are many
our god, he weeps
when guilt is heavy
our god, he relieves”
Mhm. Amen.
“i want to know that we’ve always been free
that the weight was just me” Love this so very much. Realizing that even though I’m free I still live like there’s lots of bars around me. This poem opened something up for me, so gracias. 🙂
i liked the good women project on facebook and found your blog that way and…well, i’m floored. and i mean that in a great way. i love your photography and poetry and the meaning that you put into everything. i’m a fledgling christian, along with my husband and son, and we’re in this really awkward stage of having to get rid of a lot of bad influences (and people) in our lives. it’s tough. we’d like to have a church but….oh my. that’s a whole other discussion. nothing seems to fit.
anyway, my point is this: any encouragement is welcome. and you just gave me tons. thank you. <3
The joy of reading poems that show God is such high esteem. For every answer to the thing we face may be found in Jesus name.