The Language Of My Soul

I

I have chosen you to dance with, to share the language of my soul. Because there are few who speak this language. I talk too much; yet cannot find the words.

I long for goodness...the kind born from grace and love. I prefer to not be sensible.

I believe in the highest of integrity but find I am too weak. I am strong enough to handle brutal honesty but become insecure in the face of half-truths.

Clarity gives me peace.

I am better at loving strangers than those close to me. When I sleep I am awake. And when I wake I am caught in dreams. I have wisdom to know I ask too much. I am torn between desires and wanting to not be bound.
I am thirsty for your words.

-2007

II

If you listen to the stillness of your eye, you'll know the deepest yearnings of my soul. My heart a faint whisper. But inside it bellows galaxies of heavens. I have not grown my wings yet.

I want to sing a thousand words, fly a thousand skies, for somewhere in me I am.

I have wept the ache of my very being in your immeasurable love. Nothing like the weariness of the endless traveler, whose spirit has tired of what is and what is not. You called me home. Sometimes I know it. I rest. I have moments of the most beautiful peace.

At every turn you stand tall, with open arms. Your strength your love dimensionally gracefully infinite. I am in awe. Don't doubt for one moment that you do what matters most. And THAT music shall play eternally in my heart. My heart belongs to God.

-2011

Jo Hazelhurst