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Poems by Stephanie DelaRose

Poetry is the language of my soul.
Through words, I give voice to the unseen, the sacred, 
and the deeply felt.
May these offerings open a doorway within you.

Who You Really Are

 

The past is gone

Don’t try to hold on

I’ve been calling you back home

 

Back to your roots

Where you’ll find the truth

Of who you really are

 

You are no woman of the world

Easily lost

With no light to guide your way

 

You know where you’ve been

Now see where you’re going

Born Anew. Born Anew.

 

You are Sister of the Earth

Lady of the Land

In touch with Nature’s Way

 

Tell me…

How do the violet and clover taste?

Are the berries sweet?

 

Wash your sorrows in the River, Dear One

And tell me…

Does the rock feel smooth underfoot?


 

Return back to your home.

Paint the birds. Paint the trees.

Pay homage with your life.

 

The past is gone

Don’t try to hold on

I’ve been calling you back home

 

Back to your roots

Where you’ll find the truth

Of who you really are

Seeds 

 

It was I who started the fire.
I admit, I was careless when
I decided to plant those seeds.

 

Yes, I could have been more thoughtful.
 

I wasn’t paying attention.
I didn’t realize they would

Strangle out the warm sun.
 

Yes, I could have planned better.
 

So I burned my garden down.

It wasn’t easy to do and in fact,
It was hard to see it all go.
 

Yes, I should have known better by now.

 

What a blaze that roared!
So big and out of control,
Burning up everything around.

 

Yes, I could have been more careful.


The sky was hazy with ash.
I couldn’t see or hear a thing and

Neither could anyone else.
 

Yes, I was sad and ashamed.
 

But the skies are clearing!

I can see the shining sun and now
I can hear the birds singing.
 

Yes, I’ll find my way again.

 

Oh, the lessons learned!
The soil is fertile once more
And I will be a better gardener.

Surrender

 

All I’ve ever known is slipping from my grasp
Beneath it is a whisper…
“Let go of that which is going”

 

My hands and mind have been like magic wands
Creating all I’ve ever wanted
But the magic never lasts

 

Ego-creations glimmer fancy in the moonlight
When no shadow is cast
Then quickly decay in the sun…

 

And, so. I try something new, I give it all up to God
Naked and scared, I ask:
“Where then, am I going?”

 

Above it all is a whisper, “Surrender…
“There is nowhere to go.
“All is coming, Love.”

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