A Heart Sustained

Though pricked and squeezed, pierced and sliced

And even torn asunder;

A heart sustained can beat again

In strength as bold as thunder

 

Inner strength depleted

Internal resource spent

Outside working from within

Enabling life extant

 

Hope is only hopeful

With certainty assured

Repair brought only by sustainer;

Sole provision to endure

 

Designed and planned in foresight

In foresight – healed, restored, sustained

Supple vigour, from scars and healing

Wrought and fashioned; formed through pain

 

Life-giver and sustainer – Grace,

Bearing scars which stem from pain

Is only hope that my life’s sentence,

Will continue on – sustained

 

7/5/2017

Jewelsmith – Catherine the Jeweller

ANZAC Day

ANZAC Day

 

To

intentionally

come together

for the purpose

of bringing to mind

Remembrance

 

To

intentionally

come together

for the purpose

of relating

experience, history, cost, loss, protection, courage, sacrifice…consequence

Commemoration

 

To

come

in memorandum

of ‘consequentia’

as precedent to

Intention

 

Lest we repeat

Lest we consume

Lest we self-destruct

Lest we forget

 

25/4/2017

A Heart Pierced

Assumed I, you would not see me

This, for us, not the pain to be

But stabbing, piercing agony

At tries to sever the heart and soul of thee

 

Eating, sleeping, snuggling you

A people’s person; loyal, true

Though you will seek to please, retain

They will puncture you, to stay the same

 

Affection will your offer be

To those who will not ever see

Your insight and your contribution

Dismissed, unseen, is your confusion

 

Loving, you will love complete

But many will not save a seat

A pierce-ed heart with bloody stain

Like mine, you will sometime sustain

 

4/12/2016

A Heart Squeezed

Revisit a potential loss

To manage, will expect of course

With loss confirmed, it’s no surprise

This time ready, more the wise

 

Feeding fast, though sleep eludes

Enthusiasm, but holding wounds

No praising, hugging, teaching for

This one, will even any score

 

Assured of self, from day of birth

At home assured of all her worth

But other’s insecurities – and need for all conformity

Will squeeze, compress my heart with ease

 

To know your value and your worth

While others doubt, you yourself birth

Your own heart knows compression’s squeeze

As stifled, thwarted you’ll not be pleased

 

4/12/2016

A Heart Pricked

My heart was pricked; a short, sharp sting

My first-born, as I looked at him

Would not, in turn, behold my face

My gaze of love, he would not trace

 

It’s true, there was a heartfelt ache

This path of life I would now take

The ache did not, though, linger long

But late in time, return in song

 

The latter song of long lament

Came with fever, a nightmare sent

And seizures; vacant, empty gaze

Salivate, then sleep for days

 

Lamenting long, and spent of days

To fight for teaching, what a maze!

Some would try to empathise

But weary soon of compromise

 

And now the sting, it lingers on

As time now brings you, your fight song

A world not used to other wise

Lamenting sting now your sweet prize

 

4/12/2016

A Heart Sliced

Piece by piece my heart was sliced

Lies told, believed and shared with spice

Slowly bleeding, scab is formed

Scar and callous with every scorn

 

Life and love-blood still pulse through

How to penetrate a heart subdued?

Each time a slice is cut away

Seeping blood, means strength will wane

 

The sudden pain, then numbing shock

Each shaving, sliver that you took

Has wearied body, heart and soul

Though still I am, I don’t feel whole

 

4/12/2016