Even in my dreams you take my hand and lead me to places where words tumble from a secret place.
You decorate and dazzle me with brilliant color and velvet texture. Falling leaves I can feel under my bare feet.
I am standing in the middle of my favorite Autumn and you know this.
“They don’t crinkle,” I say, and you ease me down until we’re lying next to each other in a blanket of color.
You gather bunches and crush them gently in the air. I smile at the crisp, cool sound and watch you carefully as you roll sideways, balance on your arm, and smile down at me,
“Tell me where you’ve been, love.”
I think of all the lost roads, and empty eyes,
of the long flights and dark corners,
and lonely rooms,
of all the change and turns into
places where things fall away, and fall apart,
and the hallways where coming undone and being uncovered
break hearts and shatter dreams
of all the paths I’ve taken to live in faith
how I’ve been lost in the heavy work and sorrow,
to all the pain
and to the healing that comes with surrender,
and I wonder about forgiveness, for they know not what they do
and how to give away
The joy you fill me with each day
on my side of Heaven,
and you hear this even though I don’t speak a word until I say,
“I’ve been letting go of heavy things
and I’ve been healing
spirits here and there.
Sometimes my own, sometimes another.
and tending to souls, and listening to hearts,
I can hear unspoken fears
and I address my own
and I’ve finally begun to exhale, and to breath in, and I’m learning
how to let go of so many heavy things.
I’ve been on my way here.“
Lynnette Bukowski © 2019
3 thoughts on “My Side of Heaven”
Thank You, Lynn – beautiful & sad.
Oh, Lynn. Your words heal places in the broken like no other. You share your heart so beautifully. Thank you!
The autumn of our years is for healing, understanding, still loving.