Living in the Land of I Don’t Know by Lulu Logan

 

Andrew Neel

Living in the Land of I Don’t Know

 

Living in the land of I don’t know

Waiting for direction for which way to go

Waiting for the voice of the One who will show

When and where and why I should go

Yes, I’m living in the land of I don’t know.

 

Abiding in the space of I don’t know

It’s all a state of grace, 

This I completely know.

Confused and scared as the four winds blow

Still living in the land of I don’t know.

 

Resting in the arms of the One who does know

Protected and connected from above and below

Not resisting where I am in the I don’t know

One step at a time, my path is aglow

As I float in the land of I don’t know.

Recently published in Journal of Expressive Writing.

© Lulu Logan

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Lulu and her three 4-legged children live happily together, cozily nestled every morning within the piles of pillows and blankets, welcoming the sunrise in Winter Garden, Florida.

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The Language of Leaves by Lulu Logan

 

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The Language of Leaves

 

Through the open windows

I hear them, restless and agitated,

gathering together in a 

great shout

awakening me, beckoning me

to attend to their call.

 

I pull back, wishing to turn away

slam shut the window.

I don’t understand 

the language of leaves

but I have blown my voice

seeking a listener,

a true heart

a love story.

 

I lean closer,

not peeling away

for the tree’s song, his lyrics

are a familiar call to me.

“Weary are my roots,” she calls,

“Bring to me my brittle staff.

Your bag carries remedies

overflowing, folded secretly

in silence,

a balm to soothe me.”

 

I step through the window

intent on easing the downward,

inward ache.

The rustling limbs reach for me

bark and branch

soft as rabbits fur

caressing my lashes,

swaddling my being

with the gentle

touch of lover.

 

I swoon with ecstasy,

determined never to return

to where I once lived. 

© Lulu Logan

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When all else fails by Lulu Logan

 

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When all else fails

Why do I wait

“Till all else fails”

To come to You with all life’s travails

I wait till my son is lost at sea

I wait till the sickness is eating me

I wait till my car is towed away

I wait, and I wait, and I wait.

 

Finally! When all else fails

And the wind is sucked right out of my sails

I scream out loud, I fall on my knees

I weep and I moan

You’ve been right there with me.

 

Still I run on, to go it alone

My job runs out, I can’t get a loan

My spouse has gone and abandoned me

I feel like I’m hanging dead from a tree.

 

I cry louder still

My knees bloody and torn

Each day I feel ever more forlorn

But one very dark yet wonderful night

I’m filled to the brim with Your glorious light.

 

The peace they say I can’t understand

Fills me so full

I’m a spiritual man

The light comes on

There’s no more resisting

All I needed to do was to

Stop

Ask 

And listen.

 

So I wait no more till all else fails

I’m through with the need to whimper and wail

The first thing I do

Is turn inward to You

Always and forever 

There is peace, love and understanding.

© Lulu Logan

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Lulu and her three 4-legged children live happily together, cozily nestled every morning within the piles of pillows and blankets, welcoming the sunrise in Winter Garden, Florida.

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