Time to feel


I do not sit in the house of God
amidst stained glass windows absorbing sun
or hear the sound of choir voices

I’m unaware of steps I tred
The distance of my thoughts, for they
are miles apart yet small
I ask is there a meaning
behind what life confronts me
I stare at the moon, the mother
She glows in darkness, her babies
held in the distance, close enough
for her to see, but not touch

Cries to the Universe
what lessons must I learn
this path I walk so precariously
how long is my journey, grab me
take me to your stars, so that I do not fade
into the darkness of the day

There is no reply

My breath exhales like cigarette
smoke, I listen to utter silence
needing strength as the world breathes
watch mother moon and baby stars
that seem close enough to touch
but remain so out of reach

©JMTacken 12.6.14

#3 Challenge from the “I need Help” . The Universe


Hmm kindly brought to you this evening from sakuraandme a fellow Australian or as we pronounce it (occasionally) Horse-tralian. Thank you Paula I shall do my best.

Walks nervously and stands on the Podium.

Sip of water.

A little cough.


The Universe ladies and gentleman is *bleeping* huge.


I thank you.