Poems from My Heart to Yours

Purpose

by Mary Belden Treen

It didn’t happen quickly

The change

The work

The clearing

Sometimes it didn’t feel like anything was moving

Not forward

Not back

Standing still

But the cracks that were created had only been hidden

Camouflaged by doubt

Heat that was mistaken for shame

Shame covering the unused, un-served, unnoticed

I felt the heat rise 

Very fast

Illuminating through the cracks

The heat was so bright 

It could never truly be dimmed 

He once said, “that’s how the light gets in”

But I saw it differently 

That was how the light gets out.

A Woman’s Faith

by Mary Belden Treen

 

It’s difficult to remember, 

when I started to fall.

 

Brushing past shadows,

but pulled through with love.

 

It was heartache.

My heart,

that flew straight through.

 

Falling to the depths,

then bursting into sand.

 

My heart thought

Maybe.

Maybe this is what I was meant to do?

 

To break into a trillion pieces 

and be lit up by the moon.

 

But maybe I broke into trust.

Trust that there is an end, 

inevitable with any fall.

 

Or maybe,

I’m falling back into myself.

Through the sands of time,

sand made of the broken hearted.

 

Creating an infinite reflection, 

of the depth of love,

that we can transform into.

 
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Remember

by Mary Belden Treen

Did you catch it?

Every petal 

Every note

Moving after each breath

Cradled between the trees

Folding forward

Circling back

Reaching to hold a faint direction

Softened by the wind 

Through fast air

Air that was made for the thirsty

Swirling with the tide

Sparkling in time

Did you see it?

Find the door

Feel the push

Then you will uncover the memory,

of those who can’t remember, 

and you will uncover the truth, 

for those who do.

Your Wise Heart

by Mary Belden Treen


I am your experience.

I am your open palm,

ready to receive.


I am the embers of your fire that never go out.

I am the ringing in your ear reminding you to listen,

I am your connection without the noise.


I am your calm,

the solace in your solitude.

I am your beauty based solely on the sum.


I am your voice,

I am the truth instead of the lie,

I am your pleasure for the sake of pleasure.


I am your rhythm,

the vibration that echos in your bones.


I am the force that asks you to illuminate

your buried feathers.


I am the wave of promise,

that will extinguish your fears.

I am your wise heart.

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Wonder

by Mary Belden Treen

for my niece Phoebe

I was waiting for a sign,

and then I was shown thousands,

but which one was for me?


I was waiting for the light,

and then I was lit up,

but it was too bright for me to see.


I was waiting for a voice,

and then I heard a choir,

but each note flew away much too quickly.


I was always waiting for magic,

and then I realized,

that I didn’t have to wait for magic,

because it was already made

of me.

The Task

By Mary Belden Treen

Please dig out my body,

and lay me as your skin.


Fill my whole space with certainty.


Every corner with assurance.


Place neatly inside all the roads I need to follow.


Mark each cross with the right direction to take.


Plant all the seeds I must nurture -

so I don’t lose anything I need to know.

Bring back the memory of where to look.


Remind me to surrender.


Carve the words inside of me and make sure that I comprehend.


Devour the static that only confuses my mission,

then please turn it into gold.


Create the perfect container for me to always feel at ease.


Take out my fear and replace it with love.


So I can trust that my soul will honour my body.


But will I honour my body?


So I can trust that my soul will finally be seen.


But will I finally see?


None of this is necessary.


Because everything I am longing for,

all that I am asking for,

is already here.


Patiently waiting,

but not for some grand discovery.


For only a quiet and simple truth.


A truth that unravels from the breath of remembering.


Breathe in,

so that I don’t let it slip away.


Breathe in,

so that I fill every shadow left to wake.


Breathe in,

so at last I can exhale.


 The Fool

By Mary Belden Treen

What a fool - they sang

Trying to capture a step without a path laid out.

What a fool - they sang

To keep your heart anchored open.

As they shook their heads asking - 

How much more can one heart take until it irreversibly breaks?

What a fool - they sang

To believe in desire,

when we know there are no more trees left to stoke your fire.

And I said, 

Yes.

I may miss my step.

My heart may break once more.

And I may lose my fire.

But I know that I will find it all again one day, 

Ready to begin. 

Ready to play.

The Question

By Mary Belden Treen

Can we come out and play?


We have been waiting for so long.


Inspiring you with our shape,

so you can revere us as your creation.

 

Believing that the divine works through you to recreate our beauty. 


You try to be everything that we already are. 


You see our voice as your instrument.


Feel that our choice is your weapon. 


And who are you?


You try to capture our majesty out of gold.

You celebrate preserving our precious beauty.


Creating awe out of stone.


While we create you out of us.


We Crack, 

We Break,

We Bleed to bring you into life.

You are the precious ones.


We Are Primordial.