Deep within my being
There lies the peace,
The peace of love,
The peace of joy,
The peace of you,
You who are a part of me
As no other.

Beneath that peace,
There lies the joy,
The joy of knowing you,
The joy of being you,
The joy of holding you within me.
But as of now, I touch it not.

Open me to the joy.
I stand ready.
With no anticipation,
I wait.

^©Sharon Terry

"Come Forth, Oh Lazarus!"

Into the night I go,
Waiting, wondering,
Robbed of all I know,
Robbed of all I am,
Robbed, I stand waiting.

How long will be my wait?
I ponder,
As in my mind I wander into hills,
Alone,
Away from all that was,
Living with only what is.

Devoid of self,
I rise above the throng,
Not caring who follows,
Nor if anyone does.

Must I accept this place that I am,
Or may I not cry to the wind,
"Come forth, oh Lazarus?"

^©Sharon Terry

My Load

You grudgingly accept my load
    and carry it high, upon your head.
Untrained at this, you wobble so,
    and clasp the hands that you once knew.

Impart to me, my frozen spirit,
    bring warmth within my soul.
Let waters drip like rainfall,
    releasing with the wind
    each rainbow in each droplet,
    and cleanse my soul within.

^©1996 Sharon Terry