In the deep cavernous realm of the Absolute
A seedling lay dormant, her existence unplanned.
Each moment was an unaspiring pause
Which blossomed into the next without agenda
Beckoning forth the emerging light
As a series of spiral imprints
On Creation’s canvas.
Nothing will be done until it needs doing
All shall be known when it needs knowing
In the meantime the Plan reveals
Its unique map in perfect timing, Heaven sent.
Copyright Fizzy Wisdom
13th April 2020
Some people might think I was born yesterday
And I was.
Part of me kicked and screamed as I pushed out in insurrection
In defence against the resurrection
Of All There Ever Is and Was
Waiting to come out of its hiding place.
Copyright Fizzy Wisdom 2020
A resting place for words unspoken
Chamber for the muted scream
Tears damned in, like stagnant waters
Yearning for a flowing stream.
‘Tuts’ and ‘ahs’ and sheepish glances
False encounters, friendship trials
(Unyielding pain a fair exchange
For awkward, insincere smiles?)
This heart a mere reference point
And trauma just a word
Solipsism – the ‘educated’ path
For grief unheard.
Copyright Fizzy Wisdom 2019