Reborn
Among the weeds of
Distraction
I meditate on
The ancient wisdom of
Words that once
Lifted me
Out of
A grave of despair and
Brought me
New life
As if
I was the miracle Lazarus.
Prophetic in tone
These words
Burned through
My body and
Lit
My soul on
Fire.
I, a hand
Relinquishing
Control.
They, the spirit
Inviting me
Into
A magical mystery of
Musings
Written with
The passion of
Purpose.
I wrote
Not knowing
What was to come
Merely
Trusting
Feeling
Focusing on
The life
Growing
Within
These words and
Bringing
It all into
Existence.
Aw, this was faith!
And in
The face of
Truth
I knew only
The power of
These words.
I healed with them.
I learned from them.
I grew into their voice as
I grew into my being
Until I didn’t.
Until I choked on
Doubt and
Bled out of
Fear and
Wept in
The darkest of
Uncertainty.
And inside me
In the silent space
Where
The words once
Existed
I could only
Hear noise
Scattering
Me into
Pieces.
I feared
I lost the words.
I lost my faith.
I was Peter
Drowning in
A sea of
Doubt.
I panicked
I flailed
Not knowing if
I would survive
I was just
Gasping for
Air
Once
Twice
Three
Times until
I heard without
Ears to hear
A voice say:
Rise from
This sea of
Tears of
Your own creation and
Believe in
Yourself as
we believe in you.
We believe in
You said my
Angel.
I lost myself.
For a time
I let this world into
The space that is
Neither
Lazarus nor
Peter but
Christa April Lamb.
Never again.
Never again.
Never again
Will I doubt
The power of
Me.
I am
Many lifetimes
Sharing truth.
I am
The silent space.
I am
The spirit that
Sets
My soul on
Fire.
I am a poet
Meditating on
The ancient words that
Call on
Me to
Rise.
Rise
Christa!
Rise!
You have been reborn.
CL Jan 2022