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I Don’t Want…

06 Saturday Jun 2020

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I don’t want to mourn my people
Not the living nor the dead
I don’t want to fight
The coming of the beast
That carries deadly dread
I don’t want to have my babies
Grouped among the marked
For fighting ancient demons
Who reside in shadowed hearts
I don’t want to leave my mission
Nor run dark thorny paths
Nor retreat into survival smiles
Behind masks and hollow laughs
I don’t want to fight flesh caverns
Of those riddled with putrid hate
I don’t want to guess intentions
Of those who think they hold my fate
I don’t want to give up basking
In the bright sunshine
I don’t want all of those
Who’ve left me here
To ever leave my mind
I don’t want my blessed ancestors
To sense my shards of pain
Because I could not do enough
To stop Evil’s cursed refrain
All I want is peace and time
To behold beloveds in my eyes
To pluck some dreams left on the vine
Create a story that will live and fly
I don’t want to have to write
That I don’t have the right
To live with all my might
To move around this great wide world
Radiating light

Regina YC Garcia, June 1, 2020

The writer is shaped by the air, the cries,, the tears, the sighs, the laughter, the morning after, the love, the despair, the need for repair… Most of all the writer is compelled by the “fire shut up in her bones” (Jeremiah 20:9 NIV)

 

 

On Mothers and Mountains

06 Saturday Jun 2020

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I have birthed mountains…

that tower beyond the highest peaks, formed within me, stretched in front of me, now steadily trying to overgrow my reach

I have birthed mountains…

And I ask that though they not stay, that their chosen way move them higher, closer, clearly, not over, but nearly to the places that bless them the most

Surrounded by hosts that usher them in to the presence of the primer and polisher of perfection, humbler of their boast

Oh, I’ve birthed strong mountains…

Their very best striations not made by me, but layered with stones of purpose and gifting by hands I could not see

My own eyes coated by the clay film marking my own humanity

Yet yes, I am blessed to bring forth a semblance of divinity, velveted, framed. Indeed I have been ordained to love another trinity 

That adds to the harmony

In lands and lives, maybe not yet seen nor conceived, not even by me. 

I have birthed mountains…

Tripled peaks of promise so intriguing that I can barely entertain the meaning of how and why they burst into my life and turned my heart over and over and over…I can hardly contain the confining love that roars to keep them in my grasp,

Alas, assignments shift and change and pass…

I have birthed mountains

I’ve been the vessel and the maiden who poured

She who yet adores 

They who point and stretch toward the sky 

She who tries to drink back the selfish cry

As she continues to try

To remember that although their ascent is their own

Her prayers rendered will never leave them alone…

I have birthed mountains, mighty mighty mountains

Regina YC Garcia 02/20/20

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