from ashes we rise

It has been a while, I know. Soul searching. It’s natural for writers to do this. Disappear. Vanish from the spaces our medium yields us in order to shed the layer of attachment to become new again. A new year does this to you. It christens me, baptizes me, enlightens me, except this time, I didn’t want to loose that renewal or have me burn out in a month or two without accomplishing even the tiniest of goals. So I ask, how does one stay the course? And the lesson I arrive at is courage. Having courage to push through is a lesson my best friend taught me last night. A friend, who amidst hurt and vulnerability, pushed through with courage, perseverance and great fighting spirit… the tenets she couldn’t recite, but which she demonstrated in front of me despite feeling herself defeated. As difficult as it was to watch, all I could see was my own friend rising from the pain with great courage in order to push through her own obstacle, to remain and finish until the end. Seeing this, seeing her stay the fight within her own ring, made me think of my own courage and how I needed to toughen up like she did in order to stay on my course. To persevere, to rise… to be absolutely courageous.

from ashes we rise,
don’t we?
or do we stay as ashes?
are we then happy to remain
where logs once were before
they were set on fire,
incinerated like illicit
bodies who worshiped
a different god from
you and i?
stand as i
reflect even when i fall
on my knees, even when
it hurts inside, i fight
through the covetous night
and shed this cowardly skin
to show what courage is

for SJP who showed me incredible courage TWD


rise above

How lost we have become sometimes looking for answers when the answers are already inside of us. It is just a matter of taking the first step and making that choice to commit to it wholeheartedly. Only through this do we begin to chisel out the shape of who we really are, what we are meant to be. For we are more than what we are now, distracted and numbed individuals, afraid to feel and reach for the world. We are what our bodies have been telling us along… strong and capable individuals meant to achieve, meant to bring peace, meant to rise from the physical or spiritual poverty we live in.

rise above the horror
which conquers; release
from the mind what glues
you to the ground, when
light elevates and still
you refuse to rise…

rise to the level of
your love, that which
lives and propels you
from the bog, the
quicksand that pulls
you down

for no gravity
can attempt to shake
you from the clouds
where you belong;
when you believe so
shall you rise, rise
above the ground

I Rise

Many events in our lives can literally stall us, pull us back. Caught off guard, the residual memories can impede us from moving forward. If we don’t have it on check, realize that it was a part of us and that it is okay to move on from it, we can become paralyzed. In doing so, we risk loosing being alive in the present.

I say that it’s okay to be disillusioned by things we once held firm belief to and it’s okay to feel disappointed about the things we fiercely defended once, but what isn’t okay is to feel weighted, stay in the past and never move forward. What we leave behind are the tools that we need to move forward. We aren’t meant to live in the past nor in what others may say or think about us. What we are meant is to move forward and acknowledge this world with who we are and what God has intended for us to do and be for this world. For our truth is in the rise.

I rise on the verge of
sunset when all dew is
at the forefront of this
cleansing, this purity
which night has built
deep in the essences of
my heart where I fiercely
release whatever ties–
words may have me
chained in the preface
of what has been relayed.
I rise from
the inconstant diligence,
in the words I listen for
but barely hear, rarely
applied and so I go
willingly and seek
truth meant for me

-mr gahon 8/5/13