Abandoned

A friend of mine was abandoned by her family when she was in need...

Angels
One in need
Abandoned by family
Are there angels?
Little hope
No one to help
Friends
Giving help
Holding out a hand
Angels
Lifting up
Are they the angels?

For a friend

A friend of mine is in ICU after trying to commit suicide. She is lesbian. Her words speak volumes "I just wish I was straight My Mum and Dad would love me if I were straight."

I wrote this poem in response

Angel's wings 
carrying her spirit to us
words of love
helping her to cope
can love defeat despair?
Only with enough

Sadness
what does religion teach?
hate?
or love?
what would Yeshua say?
What would he do?

A Goddess sheds a tear
A daughter in so much pain
A hand outstretched
take it?
can she find peace in Her?
can she find acceptance?

A Poem for Asherah

A prayer for Asherah

YHWH brings thunder
A quiet voice brings peace

El Shaddai punishes
Shekhinah comforts and forgives

The King turns his back
The Queen of Heaven calls

His priests hate her name
Ever blessed is that name

Goddess of hearth and home
They turn their back to her 

Her daughters lament
Her sons need her touch

She watches from exile
The King is jealous of others

She sends her shalom
YHWH causes lightning to come

The Needle

The needle bringing pain.
Yet art requires the pain of birth.
Devoting oneself to Her.
Accepting the pain as a sacrament.
A living memorial to Her.
Always there.
She moves at the edge of the mind.
Always there.
Like a mother ever watching.
Waiting to see Her again.

Heart Closed
Yet Touched
Will it open?
The Lady calls
Give yourself
Open heart
Touch others
Give freely
Giving heart
Gaining peace
Through sharing
Gaining love
Accepting love
in Her arms
Blessed Be

A love poem

Tenderness
Head on shoulder
A simple touch
A look across the table
Hand on hand
stroking their hair
Fondness

In Her Eyes

I sat down with my coffee
the cafe was nearly empty
but one sat there nearby
I looked
and saw the pain
there was something
in her eyes
that spoke of pain
worldly cares weighing
all spoken
in her eyes
the set of her lips were
almost as hard as stone
her hair was awry
had she slept?
she seemed so tired
shown through her eyes
she sat quietly
I sat and watched
her cup sat empty
mine sat full
was this like our lives?
her eyes
spoke of an emptiness
spoke of pain
spoke of a need
she looked up
I smiled
I could see the barest
hint of a smile
in her eyes