The Struggle

THE STRUGGLE
tc "THE STRUGGLE"
Heather Kendall

Lord,
why keepest Thou
this gilded cage
wherein I dwell?
For I am Mira’s sister-
Lord, we were born together
on Thy windswept boughs
of Time.
Thy eyes seekest me   
but I am caught
midst branches of Thy making-
seeking the sweet solace
of Thy song.
I yearn to hear the voice
of Thy love
whisper through the leaves
that gently fill my heart;
each one a friend
gone home to thee
as seasons go.
I yearn to sing to thee
My God, but my song is faint-
falling on deaf ears of Thy making.
Wherein dost Thou dwell?
Art Thou the silence of the lily?
The Gold in husks of corn?
I eat of thee yet know
Thy spirit not.
I dream of thee and find
burst bubble in my mind.
Thou art my soul
and yet I know thee not-
Come find me Lord!
Come, dream my dreams
and wake my slumbering eyes
to Thy kingdom within;
For Thou art the Love I’ve lost
to win again;
The bird that beats
my heart
with fettered
wings.
There are certain Ones
I will always be a child with
No matter what
They will dance in my heart
and sing songs through my soul
always laughing just a little
while to find the smile
The peace within
Themselves they are not only
extensions of my own
life’s longing to be loved
With just a touch
of selfishness for self
Less seen in their own eyes than mine
for I am theirs and they are Thine
Of beloved and divine
Yet impersonal transition
Transcending what divides
nature’s corporeal omniscience
I see in them my own
small struggle with pain
just half around the corner
of this game
we call Life.