Forced to face your rampant reach
My blood runs cold
I forget to breathe as fright takes hold
Retreat into the murky waters
Of fear fuelling fear
Tight jaw, rigid body
How will I and those I love fare if you call?
I wail for the ones you have taken
Cower for what’s to fall
Feed me, oh words of war
Some deny, pack a picnic
Look the other way
Only vaguely aware of your lurking presence
Small initially, but with possibility
Of looming larger than life
Is there a different way?
Curiosity doesn’t always kill the cat
Softly, gently, perhaps we can come into relationship
My bosom and heart embrace the chance
For a dance of a different kind
THIS is how I will meet you
Not as hostile foreigner
Something to kill, which makes me ill
Instead I’ll look for your wisdom
As teacher, mentor, friend
Your lessons reach far and wide
Individual, collective, planetary
Will we listen?
Not all, but I and with many like me
Perhaps a Tipping Point
I realise you don’t enjoy what you do
The raging is hard for you too
But a new blueprint needs Big Mamma Earth measures
I understand and promise to reconnect
To your Fierce Love when I get scared.
Liane is a psychotherapeutic counsellor based in Scotland who writes, mainly for wellbeing, as a hobby.