Extra territorial

  The shrill musical alarm interrupts the silence Heralding the start to another cycle of greyness Bones squeak under the scruffy patterned quilt As wasting muscles disembark from the bed Leftover TV dinners strewn across the kitchen bench Await the weekly cleaning lady, my only visitor   Today is Tuesday- cleaning day, so I proceed to the shower Washed and dressed I await my guest with a bowl of almost mouldy cereal Of course I wouldn’t admit I am waiting Waiting for a smile, a ‘hello’ and a ‘goodbye’. Joseph, my love, chose heaven ten years ago My children interstate, overseas, outstanding   The leaves from the oak crunch under the car’s tyres Footsteps approach soon after, black work shoes I know I let the doorbell ring and slowly walk to the door The door is flung open to ‘Good morning, Mrs Joseph!’ I gruffly mumble a greeting, hiding my smile I settle into the beautiful sound of a human in my house   Who am I, Whose am...

I lived in boxes Safe, defined, certain I knew what each contained My lil world of knowing A beautiful box called God An exciting box called career An overflowing box for ministry And an intricate box for marriage And then these were gone Faith, career, ministry, family All afloat in what feels like nothingness But is in fact everythingness Not limited by my beliefs Not limited by my understanding not limited by my experiences Not even by my desires Room for deeper wider higher Of the unknown Freedom from expectations Freedom from fear Freedom to fly, to be carried What or who removed these boxes God, gently unclenched my fists That held on tightly for fear Insecurity sadness grief anger Healed, i let go of all i had known and loved Left open to the forces of nature Open to be moved outside and away Open to see new ways lands people work Open to not know much Open to be a tiny little speck of dust Awaiting not a box to live in But to allow God and ...