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Andra Westmoreland Poem
The Longing Soul
The moment has arrived
And the night has passed, yet the feelings remain
The sunshine and the clouds dance in the sky
As the wind calls to the longing soul…
Here is the place of yielding
Tranquility has its say in the matter
Life is the mother of Hope
As the earth bears witness to the longing soul…
Where am I now?
Where have I been?
Has nothing to do with where I am going
Except I grant it access to the longing soul…
Together is more powerful than alone
If alone is in need of substance and hope
So much love exist; abounding in faith and trust
I must invite it into my longing soul…
The smoke has my eyes tearful
The music has my dreams anxious
The plant kingdom has power to change life
It cannot commune with my longing soul…
“Step forward”, Hope says
You are not what you’ve done
Cause your longing to give birth and live
Yes, it’s possible for my longing soul…
Chance and change are vying for a seat
At the table of the heart
Yet, so much peace rests at the altar
The destiny is Recovery for my longing soul…
I will, because, I can
So my mind capitulates when considering the past
Falling to the earth and surrendering to His will
Finally there is rest for my longing soul!
Come, come quickly
For I know not how to relinquish the power
Teach me oh Author of Life how to govern
The desires and regrets of my longing soul…
Here I will fight, here I will win
Far too much weighted in the balance to quit
Too far have I come to give up
So God becomes the longing for my longing soul!
By Andra Westmoreland/2014
Copyright © Andra Westmoreland | Year Posted 2014
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Andra Westmoreland Poem
Get Up
The further I run into love I lose more and more of me
Seeing the water run off the rocks and not understanding the rain
Knowing that life has not aided the thoughts that I think
Endless breath can you keep a secret of do I keep quiet
It’s so lonely in here and I just want a confidant…
Looking out at the time of day it’s not day anymore
I close my eyes to see the light and its rays calm my soul
The heart rate lower as I sink into my chair of realization
Too close to emptiness and too far from declaration
The music soothes the fear that has taught my feet to run…
Grassroots grown in the topsoil of pain coach me
But how can I be what I will be if I continue to be what I was
Nostalgic hemorrhages touch the cool sweat running down my back
Coercing me to look there in the crevices of yesterday to see you
Find time to gather your senses and plan for the birth of yourself…
The road is paved and path is determined before you were born
Yet, so few minutes of the day has time except for desires just awakening
Panting for the light where seeing and knowing is life ever more
Paying so much to receive so little, not tired, but frequently desperate
Loneliness did this and when will I get the courage to open my mouth…
So blessed, but no one warned of the cost of the blessing
How hard a task to love beyond my love which is insufficient
Let me die so I can live for leaving me alone kills me
Why do I believe in the thing that abandons me so often
Only to reenter and cause me to believe yet again, O fool!...
Get up. Get up. Get up I say! You are not what you have become
LIVE! Yes, I said LIVE! Get up and speak to the Universe
Call unto the winds and declare unto the earth that you are alive
So much buried inside of you and so much waits to accompany you
Love found you lonely; not dying to self has found you lonely
Peace can’t understand you and hope exhausts herself with you
Weary man the world waits for no one, but God waits…
Yes, He waits to grant you your inheritance, so you must Get up now…Get Up!
Andra Westmoreland/2014
Copyright © Andra Westmoreland | Year Posted 2014
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