“StumbleHeart” ~a poem by Linda Willows


Oh Heart
just be still.
Your beating does stumble,
its staggers, it rumbles.
Words have no find, all’s been
left to some mind that is
shattered to speak from the
aches, now that peak.

Oh Heart
can you find
some lost piece to bind,
all the bellow, crushed yellow
and lost marigolds.
I held them a while
until the cold
took the child;
shattered to speak from the
aches, now that peak.

©2012 Linda Willows

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Photograph by Delone

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20 thoughts on ““StumbleHeart” ~a poem by Linda Willows

  1. And yet the wholesomness of your love flows as a living river, watering minds, spirits and souls, lifting the past joys from a once downtrodden place in your heart…for they are no longer shattered for He lives in your heart and soul, and your spirit emulates the truth of His pure love with every breath that fills your words as they touch and heal many a broken spirit…making them now whole with your sweet balm of love.

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  2. Linda, dear friend, this stumbling heart finds great solace in your words, and in your generous and loving heart. Sending gentle hugs and much love to you. ~ Love always, Julie xoxox

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  3. My Sweet Dear Friend, our stumbling hearts find solace in the Love and friendship of one another, in Faith, and in our knowing that the Voice is ours to speak. It does not make us weak…..I love. We love so much. We love so deep, sometimes the “echoes” choose to peek….always, Linda

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  4. We always wonder “Was it me?” When we know there was no conscience to appeal to, only a mimic of one, that was so charming that we wanted it to be real … and still we cry, Is it because we hurt, or because we do not understand?

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    1. I don’t, in StumbleHeart address eros or romantic love which may have “charm” tor an illusion of appeal though that is not often a guise for something of quite another nature. I speak on behalf of the wounded child…arrested by some trauma or series of traumatic events through childhood and formative years. Still young in the mind, it blames inward, takes unnecessary burdens which end the normal joyful and “marygold” years too abruptly. The wounded heart is torn and too young to mend or fathom the split. Instead, it becomes almost pushed behind the heart as if another echo organ which rumbles,,,stumbles, whispers and calls for attention until it is eventually seen, embraced and healed by the Risen Woman, called to recover all wounds for the Great Healing. The Great Healing takes place, we enter it Now. We can choose to honestly addrress our own inner “stumblings” and embrace the wonder of Grace in Reflection and prayer or we continue to engage in a rumbling that perpetuates it’s cycle.

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      1. A part most from essay your reply my dearest Linda ,to the childhood trauma….with so extremely wise thoughts ….and a so tender gift as divine tale for ”childs” help so much to grow up … to be the TRUE and the LOVE as you are , is a grace …. all that excellent poems each of them a poetic essay …..
        hugs and my love
        Persefoni

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  5. But oh, how glorious the heart that pulls from the ashes ~ breast to the sun and arms flung wide open (come love, envelope me). For surely, there is beauty in brokenness and grace than can only come from falling. In our imperfections, we are perfect! (And always with heart and soul pushed into the open)……….. We heal, and we love…….and we love. ~ Bobbie

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  6. Beautiful Linda — “the aches now that peak” ~ stronger we become perhaps for the stumbling and staggering we encounter ~ our heart’s experience …. while being broken ‘open’ ~ Much Love to you ~ Robyn

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    1. Dearest Robyn, I marvel at the idea that you have opened in your comment…that of being “broken ‘open’ “, this image and wording delighted me to no end! It puts such joy and truth into the “stumbling”. ” I can see that in the ‘breaking open’ that is experienced for a “stagger or stumbling encountered” felt as a peaking is also the same Curve which compels the building of the strengths, faith and Love needed to Open to an equal if not infinitely larger embrace of Open Heart, one which longs for the Sacred Healing of God and Immersion in the pure goodness of God, That our Eternal.

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      1. Bobbie – I remember that phrase from a poem I read many years ago — can’t recall the author…but Linda’s beautiful poem reminded me of this truth ~ yes – To Become (I names a short haiku this just last week too–) seems so many of us in sync here… xo

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    1. I am so glad that you found this special poem, Gina. It is about frailty and strength to heal in myself and in all of us. We are one family as your own Heart exemplifies. I send my love to you and thank you for the blessings, Linda

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  7. Hello My Nominees! I’ve nominated you for the One Lovely Blog Award on the basis that I love reading what you have to say. I look beyond your words and try to see more of you than you give away so I can feel a stronger bond in the spirit. Thank you for sharing your journey through life and for giving your readers some serious food for thought. I know that some of you do not accept awards, and some have received the same from others. Please receive it in the heart, if not through the usual channels! Best wishes always, Yaz.
    Please go to http://yazrooney.wordpress.com/ to claim your award!

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