This put things in words a way I couldn't

teach me how to see

hey
broken
one

hey
you
who
hurt
look
at me

let
your eyes
lock on to mine
and shed
the hidden secrets of
your troubled journey
your interrupted innocence
the muddied waters
of your broken memories

teach
me how to see
teach me how to see
because i am blinded
by my dollar bills
and the light
of my impending career
but i want to see
i want to see
who you are
who God created you to be
who He wants you
to become

so
take my trembling finger
and place it
gently
on that part of you that hurts
that lurks in darkness
that suffers in silence
because i want to
feel
your pain

but
i have ignored my own pain
for so long
i have forgotten how to feel
but my desire
shrouded in frustration
my desire is to see
and feel
that broken space
because i am confident
that my healer
the wonderful counselor
the pierced one
can come
and heal
as he's done
for me

so
would you give me your eyes?
lend me your heart?
i want to feel
i want to see
i want to
LIVE
and
i want to say
in my own stuttering way
that God knows
that God cares
that God sees
that God can
that God
will

------------------
by Andrew Jones, 1996

Comments

Unknown said…

Tara,

Wow. You seem to have a lot going on inside of you right now. As I wrote about recently, this is one of the times when I wish I wasn't a bloggy friend but an in person friend. An ear to listen, arms to give a hug. I'm thinking about you and praying for you!

On a completely different note, I just noticed your "guideposts." So many of the links are familiar to me... I was at the first Ooze conference in 1999! And Sacred Space... I've just been telling myself that I need to get back to that site. It is such a wonderful "place" for me to go.

9:13 AM GMT-5

Tara Lamont said…

Mary-lue,
I appreciate your prayers and sincere encouragement - I wish we weren't so far apart in geography as well. I think a long chat at a coffee shop would do me some good. Maybe someday we could do that.

I have my new sacred space devotional book for this year - you can get it from amazon.com. It's very similar to the web site, but more portable than my laptop. So nice to know that we have some guideposts in common too!
PS, Thanks for the hug and the ears that are listening too.
Tara

10:38 AM GMT-5

Unknown said…

Tara: Sacred Space 2007. Ordered! Thanks for the direct. I didn't know about it. In fact, I bought three: one for me, one for my husband (we'd share but he travels a lot and one for my friend with whom I used to do the Renovare' material. She's gonna love it as am I!

4:54 PM GMT-5

Tara Lamont said…

I'm glad I could help. It looks as if I may know more about my stuck situation by the first week in January. Email me @ eastman_tara@yahoo.com for more info.

9:08 PM GMT-5

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