Making My Way Back To Yahweh

This spoken word poem is human-made and written by (me) Venus Jones. Yahweh is a word that some don't utter in certain religious sects. This poem is not for them. Now if you’ve heard believers say, “He’ll make a way, out of no way,” you’ll understand this journey. Tough times don't last always. This poem offers hope and reassurance to anyone feeling stuck or battling depression. It is a reminder to look for a message of hope or divine sign. It was written for the historically marginalized who may feel like they're drowning, isolated,and cut again. It offers a moment to pause and reconnect to one’s source of inspiration for renewal. Use the intentional moment of silence as space to move through any emotions that arise, breathe deeply, pray, and reflect. May you find the strength to rise above your current circumstances. Sound design by my fellow Insight Timer Teacher, TheUnmanagedSelf aka Karl Haycock.

Transcript

To all that is below. A spit-read? In the sea. Isolated and cut. Hear me. Echo the wreckage saying this is what we do to each other. We keep looking for more scabs, More blood and scars. We keep looking for more sunken vessels, More fading stars. Those wading in polluted waters, Vision blur, Find Atlantis. Find Murr. Find the bomb in Gilead. Oh, Send an SOS to Poseidon. Ask Hypnose if I'm dead. I want to fly. Overboard. I can't catch an urchin there. Bye. Birth mother won't take me. Her love a daunting day. I must have shark skin. No one will stop. I must ride these waves like shellfish or a scallop. Like a sailing princess with the perfect pleas. Boom! Will bargain among flies. To flee. To maggots, To mites, Like the barnacle on blue whales, We survive despite. No fortune for 500. A pelican has perched to say. I had to grow my own. When they all said no. I had to make. Away. Yeah. I had to make a way. When they said no. I set you up.