A World With No Black

 

What if we lived in a world where the sun shone all the time?

How sad we would be

if the rain never came to validate our sorrow,

the day never came where the clouds comforted our hurting souls,

and the moon never came to shine a sliver of light on our darkness.

Is there any joy in peace if we know no turmoil?

Could we love the light if it never went black?

By that logic, is there beauty in pain?

Could we ever truly love a single thing without knowing the feeling of hate, or numbness, or nothingness?

Would our standard of love become so low that we accept cordial interaction as enough?

I’ll take my pain, my sorrow, and my love.

I’ll take the earth-shattering, heart fully exposed, raw nerve endings, complete acceptance of broken life-ness.

I’ll embrace it because I know what it brings.

In return, she offers me my fullest cup,

pouring out from her brims love beyond belief, softness, and gentleness like I’ve never seen.

There’s a restlessness in my soul today.

The wind came to match her energy.

I suppose there’s some comfort there,

that the earth whispered to me, “I feel the same way.”

Xoxo, Gussie

December

 The way the mountains layer behind themselves does something for my soul.

That, and the absolute vastness of the blue sky.

I like the way dust settles quietly—

a soft comfort after commotion.

I long for your chest to rise and fall beneath my cheek.

My heart yearns to know you.

Green grass in December gives a gentle place for my heart to feel.

I’m looking for you.

Are you looking for me?

Xoxo, Gussie

This Year

I find myself cross legged outside a round pen again. 

Watching troubled horses, 

Being worked around by troubled men. 

Like a vortex of the universe always drawing me back to here.

 

What you need always pulls you in. 

I guess it’s some law of living;

That God will bring you to the places you find healing. 

Like Wyoming, the desert, horses and men. 

A certain amount of chaos lives inside my mind. 

I must be no different than these colts, 

Need to touch the spot to not be scared again. 

But it hurts and I avoid it,

Someday I’ll grow wiser there. 

Till then, Lord, hold me close and guide me thru the storm. 

Stand beside me and don’t flog me around too much.

Give me a mind that’s willing and feet that move. 

Teach me to think thru my fears and grant me the time to grow into what you made me for this year. 

Xoxo, Gussie