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Sophie Jama Poem
My Favourite Pastime
I long for a cozy blanket
Secure and wise.
As warm as a down filled pillow and a snuggly five year old.
Never alone or adrift,
My memory stands, with my favourite past time.
It extends as far back as the ends of the earth or heaven sublime.
As deep as a murky ocean with foamy tides, rising and rising as far as time.
My favourite pastime,
How you have comforted and wiped my tears.
I sink in gratitude
On a couch or a bed.
The day ahead looks better.
The worry of yesterday forgotten in wonder.
I grew up in your arms, words that eased my heart never lost.
Where was my mom, I never asked, though her willing arms were left outstretched.
As soon as the teenage years hit, my confusion twisted like dust mixed with dread.
I could have curled and mopped in my bed but I picked you up, quite ruffled and pulled with threads.
Now,
I come to realize.
I clutched this pastime, not as a pastime, but my lifeline.
A father, a mother, a soft bosom. Your words dripped long and deep in my heart. Like the sweetest honey it eased down and filled my soul.
Now,
I know my idea of heaven complete would have aisles, stacked with wisdom.
Now,
I pass on your gifts and read with my child.
Copyright © Sophie Jama | Year Posted 2015
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Sophie Jama Poem
Awaken.
Awaken me, dear Lord, lift my self-woven veil.
Release me from the projections of my mind.
Lift me up
Open the petals of my soul to your light.
Give me faith and let me listen to the echoes of your wisdom,
All the way to the sweetest corners of the earth.
Reveal the faith that allows me a thousand understandings,
An eternal insight.
Let me not question your will.
Let truth be my guide,
My gateway to your heaven.
Inside I hear you.
I begin to decipher the intricacy of your math,
A formula, to show me I am you and you are me.
Awaken me my dear Lord and unfold my destiny.
Copyright © Sophie Jama | Year Posted 2015
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