Sia Harms

Sia Harms Feb 9

It was not serendipitious—
They were only sounds
Wailed from the opening
Of an old, untuned guitar--
But her eyes still pinched
Shut, hearing the screams
Of a voice no longer here.

Sia Harms Feb 8

He is Peace

Lord, sift your comb
Through my thoughts;
Untangle them like
Unruly locks of hair.
Trace gentle circles
Along my back; sooth
All the worries that are
Groundless in Your love.

Sia Harms Feb 8

what has the city Done to me?

I was walking down Main Street,
My head bowed, my heart
In my throat.
The sound of the subway was
Rushing through my head,
Cacophonous and loud.
Was this city only full of
Restless souls?
When did the suburbia
Of childhood, the peace
Of my mind,
Begin to align with the
Anxious pace
Of shoes in gutters--
Morality ground
Into the dried gum
Splattering the sidewalk?

Sia Harms Feb 6

He Pumps my Heart

Sometimes I feel
God’s hand
Around my heart,
knowing
He the only reason
It continues
beating.
Every pulse that
Shudders through me,
Is the pressure of
His love,
His hand pumping
my blood
With His enduring
plan for me.

Sia Harms Feb 4

neglected Project.

It’s my birthday today.
The celebration of my life—
But I only feel the weight
Of all I have yet to turn
It into.
Merely a bag of yarn and
Crafts supplies I swear
I will get back to, but I
Only layer ***** sweaters
Ontop, lying to myself.
The socks
Grow more and more
Mismatched, my eyes
Bleary as I feed my needle
Through the stitches I
Can't see anymore.
Another
Finger counted off on my
Hand, but they start to
Shake more with each one,
The years blurring together.
Did I drop
The thread eons ago? Will I
Have to unravel everything
I thought I was building,
Hoping it was the purpose
Of my life?

Sia Harms Feb 4

Cardboard Cutout

I do not feel alive.
I feel like a cardboard
Cutout that kids push
Their heads through,
Smiling brightly as
Their parents snap
A photo.

Sia Harms Feb 4

The Line of Sin

Do we see the line
Of purity, & tiptoe
As close to it as
Possible, smiling
As we taunt it,
Reaching over to
Touch the ground
Without our feet
Stepping over,
Teetering on the
Edge of what’s
Considered sin?

By walking in
Christ, we see the
Line, and walk the
Other way--as far
& as long as we can.