Sia Harms

Sia Harms Feb 4

The reminders

             Slunk away

When I was no longer

         S  t ruggling--

For I did not

              Understand

How they could not

         R  e form

Like I did--

Sometimes when we get better, we forget how the depths felt. It's so important, more even, to understand other's perspectives.
I hate when I forget that.

Sia Harms Feb 4

My Faith is a Sword

My faith is a sword,
Edged with love,
Weighted by grace,
Balanced by the
Sacrifice of Jesus.

Sia Harms Feb 3

Tear-Stained Paper

The mailbox was buckled
From so many unread words
Being forced through its tired
Opening.

Voices guffawed at the
Blaring junk papers that
Lined it, scrunched with the
Residue of dusty carlessness.

How many letters had simply
Been thrown in the dustbin?

How many envelopes were
Something more than stark
Black words on unfeeling
Paper?

The mailbox knew it was
Cruel, but it missed the
Times of war.

It missed the tear-stained
Paper and the words that
actually
meant
something.

Sia Harms Feb 1

progress--

progress only feels like
the past i am giving
up on

Sia Harms Feb 1

"O"

His mouth was a perfect ‘O’
Like the opening of a guitar,
But out of tune, dumbstruck.
There was nothing he could
Say, no words that his face
Hadn’t already expressed.
Where had he been all this
Time? To not notice the lies
Furnishing his own mouth?

Sia Harms Jan 31

unemployed Heart

The timetable was slanted,
Askew in the dusty light.
No one had checked in,
Nor out, in years.
What was that sound,
That beating of the walls?
I stood in my empty heart.

Sia Harms Jan 30

spending Hours with Him

Fallen heads and tucked ankles that
Grew numb under the pressure
Of their prayers.

The Sanctuary was deserted,
Save for those still held
By Jesus.

He drew them Close to Him,
Laying love and peace
On their hearts.

With time, the spluttering organs
Were no longer made
Of stone.

Ezekiel 11:19