December 12

Man "Of" God

Poetry

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When someone you love is diagnosed with dementia as a caregiver your own life gets turned inside out as well. In fact probably even more as the caregiver. But really who knows? All of us are having our own experiences through our personal realities. Who are any of us to say what's real or not real in any given moment for anyone else. 

For me poetry and music have been consistent ways to examine emotions and personal growth the experience gifts me. Recently, I have found myself, once again, pulling at the threads my emotions through poetry. Some how by placing one word next to another I am able to find peace with grief. But even more powerful, I have been able to unravel the gift of the journey. 

Here are two of my most recent poems:

a cardinal rests
it’s frozen reflection
~ encapsulated
your colorful life stilled
in a lake of memories

image of guitar from the neck with the poem Sing Me overlaid.
So I saw this video and wrote this. 


I guess you can say Engle inspired me to stand up for Him. 

Man “Of” God!?

Hey preacher dude!
Yo man “of” God!?
Yeah you… preaching your hate
disguised, as love for Him.

Save your “self” instead and leave
my soul and others’ be.

I wonder what you know of love?
Have you ever felt the power of it?
The way it makes the heart trip,
a pulse race, a chest aglow?

I am sure you have been loved before,
if only by one, as we all have.
Yet you seem lost, as if love is an illusion or
the property of the chosen.

Love… straight or queer, here or there
where you have drawn religious lines in the sand,
Love is a magic you seem to have forgotten.
Keep your judgment, hate, or fear if you wish.

My love for you extends,
to hopes and dreams that someday soon,
you save your “self” instead and leave
my soul and others’ be.




Click below to have me read it to you. Mind you I got a little nervous.

Man “Of” God by delainamiller

About the author

Creator of sounds. Poet on an energetic journey with words. Explorer of Frequencies.


 

Delaina J Miller

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  • Thank you Golda.
    Did you listen to me read it? What did you think of the technology. I know I should have read the poem slower but with practice I should get better.

  • Your poems always stir my emotions and I usually end up crying but this one was so intense because the video made me so angry and then I went on to read your wonderful poem. Thank you for your words. I wish everyone could read them. We need your words more in the world than anything that comes out of this dude's mouth!

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