Plan For Peace
My time alone is my plan for peace
Where I fill myself up with love.
Do not be misled
That spiritual growth happens in these moments
Of quiet nourishment.
As a mother
And a friend
A daughter
Mostly a lover
I feel like I am always triggered.
Somebody
Is attacking me
And bringing up what I try to bury.
It takes me a while to realise
It is an old sword
It is an old story
And I am only attacking myself.
It is in those moments
When I feel like hope is lost
When I disappear for days
Into the dark
And I emerge to remember
Love is never lost.
My time alone is my plan for peace
But that is not where the magic really happens.
- Jenny Wren
Forgiveness
Forgiveness is for me
Not for you.
Forgiveness is the wisdom
Of not letting the wolf in through the door
But admiring him from afar
With a certain detachment
For he can't help what he is.
As you calmly
Methodically
Secure your inner and outer worlds against him
With the boundaries you had to grow up and learn.
Forgiveness is not having
Anything to prove.
Forgiveness is choosing to let go
Of the canker of anger and resentment
Which would gnaw you inside
Like his very own jaws.
Forgiveness is asking
The Mother of all
To cloak him in her protection
And guide him to remember
That he can choose a different path.
A job you hand over to her
Infinite love
With relief.
Forgiveness is a whisper of freedom
A feeling of nothingness
We have gone beyond
Like or dislike
We are souls dancing
In the lessons of this life
Tapped into the eternal
Divine.
- Jenny Wren
Wild Girl
When my hair hung
Like heavy ropes from my head
They thought that made me light.
"Hey, wild girl," the boys would say
"Come save me from myself.
I've been waiting for one just like you."
Almost verbatim, I promise.
Oh,
You had me so wrong.
Because the woman who wipes the mud and grass
From her feet
Before she paints her toe nails
Is unbearably heavy.
Like the pounding of the waterfall
The roots of the plant
The anchor of the ship
The weight of the lover
The child in the womb.
You wanted me to teach you to be free
And instead I made you
Face your fears
The emptiness you try to run from.
So I began again.
We women make our own initiations now.
Now I wrap my fairy tendrils
Tenderly
With arms burned by the sun
Crown myself wild woman
Not girl
And now you can look
But
Can't
Touch.
- Jenny Wren
