Freedom (Poem)

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Guest Post by Alea Kent

These days, many choose to release material things that are taking up space in a house they want to sell or simply want more room. With age can come that knowing that material possessions do not have the same significance they did in our younger years. This has created a whole organizer coaching business as well as all the tools one could ever want and more to help you organize. 

But what about the inner things that are taking up space that would be a better place for God to be present: old situations, losses, anger and resentments, sorrows, what ifs, and so much more.  And what about those things we hold onto that we don’t even realize we are holding onto? 

I remind myself that my inner space is sacred and what I want there is not anything on the above list. All I want there is the presence of God.

Freedom

As she slowly,

hesitatingly, opened

The doors of her heart,

All the grackles of pain and sorrow

flew out with a whoosh.

They had wanted

their freedom

long ago.

Alea Kent

Alea is a spiritual being first and foremost and also a retired psychotherapist, now using Body Code and Emotion Code to heal people on all levels.  She can be reached at [email protected] or by phone at 541-897-4402

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4 Comments

  1. Gloria Lionz

    Lovely poem; so poignant & timely, and excellent article.
    Thank you for sharing those truths so creatively.
    😉

  2. Sharon Sheppard

    I know you as a wonderful loving animal mom, wife & Chocolate Candy Maker and know I know you as a wonderful poet. Thank you for this.

  3. Michael Avery

    You got me with this line, Alea…very powerful:

    All the grackles of pain and sorrow
    flew out with a whoosh.

  4. Catherine Ganci

    I wonder what the inner presence of God looks like, feels like ? Is it more the awareness of anonymous emptiness or perhaps more the personal warmth of fullness ? Or can it be both as they conceal & reveal in turn ?

    Thank you for this freeing poem Alea ! I like where it took me ~

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