My Wordly Wealth

Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Tag: love

  • Burden

    Can I touch your shoulder?Show you that I care?Our little lives brushSo closely by one another – Our heartbreaks pass so nearThey can hear each other breatheBut they do not speakExcept in tearsOr tired facesHeld up by a desire To manage somehowAnd not be a burdenBut you are not a burdenLet me walk beside youFellow… Read.

  • Read us again

    Is it escapismto take down from the shelf againthat old classic that you love – turning the dog-eared pages with that familiar anticipation?Is it merely comfort-seeking to watchtime after timethe film that is so brim-full of lovelinessthat you weep againand something in you is healed for a moment?I think it is a wish for the… Read.

  • A love letter to the socially awkward

    Hello you,sitting at the back, in case you are suddenly overwhelmed,I’d like to let you know thatI see you.Not in a starey, make-you-freak-out-and-leave-even-soonerkind of way,or in a Sauron and the seeing stones that Pippin picked up when he shouldn’t have kind of way,I mean – it’s ok.You don’t feel like you’re properly “in”, you have… Read.

  • What will you leave behind?

    What will you leave behind as you go?I hope I leave only footprintsWhere I have journeyedNot the scratch of graffiti On the lives that touched mineNor the rotting stench of bad attitudeOr ugly behaviourLittering the paths I trodI cannot tellI fear there are wounds I have givenI wish I might with kindnessWipe them awayBut gentleness… Read.

  • When I sleep

    Why, when I sleep, do I returnLike a wound never healedTo a home I used to know?I walk the roomsAnd pick up trinketsNow covered in dustThat were once precious to meI stuff my pockets with themThinking “I am so gladI got to come backOne more time – To take away the treasure That meant so… Read.

  • Friendship is love

    I do not want to hold your handBut I am glad if you haveA hand to holdI may not wish you were mineAll aloneBut I wish you so happyI do not want you toGaze into my eyesBut to stand beside meTo admire the same viewI hope you are safeWarmFedLovedAnd if you are notLet me hold… Read.

  • Happy Birthday

    I wished your birthday happyIn the quietness of my heartWho knows if things are measured in yearsIn heavenIf you still mark the beginning of your time on earthOr if it is more seemly to keep a record Of your arrival there?And I wonder if you knowHow those who loved youStill count the daysSince you were… Read.

  • I took my scalpel to a poem

    I asked myself one day what made a poem a poem. I might have done better to ask other people, obviously, because it turns out I don’t know!! I decided it might well be a mystery, and also rather subjective – a bit like asking “What is worthy of being called art?” I took my… Read.

  • Ridiculous

    My ridiculous heartOnly wants what it willWith no thought of how it will endI hunger for danger, excitement or riskIt’s no good that I should pretendI’d say I am wiseBut I know it’s not trueAnd I often fall flat on my faceAnd so I am gratefulForever so gladFor the one who poured on meHis grace Read.

  • Weathered love

    I want lived-in loveThe hot heat of romance burns itself outBut the quiet strength of weathered loveHas something moreLove that has sat upon a tempestuous seaOf sorrow or troubleThat has desperately wept at hopelessnessOr sickness long sufferedBut has risen still with the dawnAnd with deliberate fresh devotionThis is loveThis outlasts, outstrips the sprint of early… Read.

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