Let me tell you a story. It’s as short as can be, though it encapsulates life, time and eternity, encounter and surrender to a higher Power—no less than God Himself.
It’s a story of how we seek to define our days and soon discover we are a slave to them, a slave to time itself and to our plans and ideas.
Then we cannot help but compare and contrast our efforts with those of others, see our flaws, faults and failings, even as we admire their seeming mastery of things, their coherence compared to our stumbling efforts to speak.
As a poet, I’d like my words to flow well but sometimes they just find a rhythm of their own. A cadence. A voice. A way to break free of the straight-jacket I often want to constrain them in. Like this week’s prompt from #RonovanWrites which I had three thoughts about.
In thinking about ‘Flow&Tear’ I soon saw how each haiku followed sequentially from one another, eager to speak as a haiku vignette story rather than three separate solo acts. Though I offer them to you individually, because that’s how they first came to me and how poetry often speaks best—one small, singular offering at a time.
Tear up the plans
Let’s tear up the plans
set a watch over our hearts
Life flows in God’s hands
our joy—stilled by silent fear
the flow slows, halts, tears
A fast flowing river
Grace wipes away fears
It’s a fast flowing river
running like my tears