Is it the melody your soul sings when no one’s looking or around?
Is it the cleansing air you gasp to breathe when stifling vapors leave you bound?
Is it joy, peace or inherent exploits of strength or security?
Is it hope eternal, love immortal, a cry of the heart is what exactly?
Is it the final question whimpered in dire fits of disparity and anguish?
Is it the healing answer whispered in the eye of the storm’s turbulent midst?
Is it splendidly fashioned of tears and smiles, or pain and great reprieve?
Or is it birthed of silent cries, unspoken thoughts and confessions un-decreed?
I remember the day I wrote this poem. There was so much going on in my life, much of it good. To the average person, I appeared to be on top of my game; blazing the path to prosperity and happiness. Everything was going in my favor; but I was distressed. I read books, prayed; I even exercised. I felt better, for a time; but the ache inside me only grew until it overflowed into an outpouring of tears. Yes, tears. Slowly but surely, I released the false expectations I placed on myself, the unrealistic expectations others placed on me, and the notion that I could, even for a moment, orchestrate my own life without guidance. See, my heart was crying out for a sustenance that I couldn’t give myself; a peace and a stillness that could only come through divine connection. In my quest to get all that destiny said I could have, I was suffocating my inner self. You know, a balloon isn’t a balloon until someone breathes into it? Until someone else’s lifebreath defines what it is?
That was me. On the outside, I looked like a balloon, but on the inside I was void of breath and life.
I don’t know how many tears I shed but when it was all said and done and my confessions spoken, the ache inside me was gone. So, what am I saying?
A cry of the heart speaks of the souls implicit truths. It testifies to our need for the divine breath of the Holy One to be whispered into the inner places of our soul.
So, the next time you find yourself internally aching, starving or merely, unbalanced, reconnect to the Life Giver–your mind, your will and your emotions will thank you for it.
Thanks for visiting,