Trick And Treat

👣💗 Inspired by Paulo Coelho: “It is easy to be a hater. Go for the difficult task: be a lover.”

There’s a trick

she’s still learning 

the hard way

But years ago, she wrote

a simple prayer in a poem

” Let my heart be broken

torn into pieces

bring me to my knees

Let my heart be open”

And now she sees 

quite clearly

that she wouldn’t do it

any other way

she’ll still choose to love

when it’ll be easier to turn away

she’ll still treat others

as if she’ll be treated the same

she’ll still hold open

the doors and the invitation

although it’s been closed on her

many times before

She’ll still choose

to let her heart be broken

than to regret the chance

She’ll still go forward

though others hold back

It’s a trick

she’s learning

 the hard way

But she can’t be any different

since she had asked.after all.

to let her heart be broken

torn into pieces

and filled up

patched well

etched and engraved

with love.

..
Jeanna’ Mead

11 01. 10/31/17

http://www.jeannasoul.com

On Cue

She stepped forward

Wrapped her arms around

Placed her hands in the others

Looked into the eyes

Held the wounded soul

In an embrace 

Filled with love

She knew,too well, herself

What it felt like to be

In desperate need

For whispered words

Of courage and strength

To feel another’s acceptance

In an embrace

So she stepped forward

Listening to the voice of the Spirit

Beckoning her to give more love

To say the words that she felt pouring out

As if she, too, was hearing them

For the first time

Because sometimes 

When love is given

It is received back

When a step is taken

It creates a path

Towards such a beautiful place

A state of mind

Place of peace

Sense of purpose

Clarify and grace 

All from an embrace

That lasted long enough

To begin to heal

The wounds of both of them 

Covers

After all this time

She should be

 An old hand

Used to it by now

But ever now and then

She just has to

 Buckle down

Rearrange things

Create the night

Dinner for one

Glass of wine

Chick flick

A good book

Hot bath

Few words

One last sip

Another taste

Then, finally

 She can slide

Underneath the covers

Almost naked

Still wet 

Completely alone

And  sleep

Holding on 

To pillows and dreams
As if they would come true



Making Sense

Long ago, she had been told

Southern rules

That “good” girls follow

Never mix silver and gold

Don’t wear black with brown

Heaven forbid if you get caught wearing white before Easter or after Labour Day

It just isn’t done that way

Make sure you get as good as you give

Love only the “right” one

at the “right” time

Build your walls high

 Keep your hems low

Don’t forget if you forgive

And ladies don’t drink beer from a can



Yet this morning

She laughed, once again, at the reflection in the mirror


Slid her feet into brown leather sandals

Buttoned the short black dress

Just in case the wind lifted the hem, she worn her salsa drawers

Layered her bracelets

One by one

And the stone necklace that she never went without

She had decided

Long ago

To make her own 

Set of rules

Live her life

Whether anyone understood or not

She forgot when she forgave

Drank margaritas, sweet wine and Blood Honey beer

Every chance she got

She fell in love

One by one

Over and over

Day in and day out

Built a wall of mystery

Lined it with peace

Gathered kindred spirits

Planted roots

So that good things could bloom

Found God in every place

Gave all she could

Received what she was given

After all…it was the only way

That made sense to her

Long ago



7 08 a.m.  3/28/17

Www.jeannasoul.com








LISTEN

Please

Listen

Don’t just hear

Be in awe

Of the sounds

Laughter

A shout of glee 

The lyrics to a song 

Playing on the radio

A whisper

Thunderclaps

Rain coming down

The cry of an infant

A coyote’showl 

The ambulance

Police sirens

A cat’s meow

The dogs growl
Listen 

To the voices 

You recognize 

And the strangers

In the grocery line

To the friendly greeting 

From the sales clerk

And the deep sound

Of the preacher man

A choir singing

Gospel melodies

The teenage barista 

The weary nurse

Trying to her best

To sound hopeful

As the end draws near
Listen

To the birds chirping

Lawnmower running

Old man playing guitar

While his lady sings

The blues
Listen

To everything

That I can’t hear

And be filled

Overflowing

With gratitude 

For what you have
And I’ll listen 

My own way

With my eyes

And my heart

I’ll hear more

Than most of you

Ever will 

Because

I really do

Listen
Jeanna’ Mead

July 25 2016