the wind in my heart
Wind, where is it?
It comes and it goes.
It makes its way through the leaves of a tree,
I still can’t see
where the wind comes from, or where it will go.
I like how the wind makes the leaves of the trees rustle.
It is a peaceful tone very similar to a soft rain.
We have a cool summer night.
There is a similar wind in my heart.
It makes its way through my soul,
and I’m fresh again.
It’s the air that I breathe
and the strength that life gives me.
*Note on the above poem; This poem was written years ago when I was in seminary looking out my bedroom window as the wind blew the leaves from a tree in front of me. This was at night and was very inspiring to me as I gathered pen and ink to create this poem.
the descent of the heart
the descent into the heart
reveals multiple layers
and endless roads
discovered for the grievance.
our heart is broken
experiencing the hope of the spirit
through the devastation of loss
taking us to an abyss.
Often an attempt to recover
what can not be
guide our deepest heart
in a nucleus of existence.
where our hearts give way
to what is beyond,
awakening our soul
bathing in eternity
Samuel Oliver, author of “What the Dying Teach Us: Lessons About Life”