In Order That I Might Live

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You know the way the wind begins to shift direction
once the earth tilts boldly
towards the sun
How the orange light becomes all liquid
Pooling where once there was shadow
Its abundance spilling further and further into
night
And how slowly, the ground begins to rise
Swelling with anticipation

It is then I throw open the windows
The air inside has staled from all
the pent up breathing at the glass and
all the snuffed out flames
lit as weapons against the
interminable dark
I need to know that there is more
coming
That life has not fallen asleep
Forever

It is then that I walk barefoot
in the grass again
Turn my face towards the morning light
that slants long and thick
through the trees
Smell the musk of dirt
and dew
and fresh life
It is then that I am, once again
Open

Being open is
at once daring
titillating
frightful
It is awareness laced with abandon
It is, in fact, how the light gets in
after one has been shrouded
in darkness

I often wonder
how I can truly be open
How can this body
split at the seams to make room for growth
when a whole life has lived beneath that skin
What must die
in order
that I might live
open

 

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Holly Grantham
Holly is a wife, very relaxed homeschooling mom of three boys, snapper of photos, coming of age writer and a soul drowning in grace. After years in Atlanta where she attended college, married the love of her life and lived in an intentional community, she found her way back to her home state of Missouri. She now lives in an antebellum stone house, raises chickens (sometimes) and pretends that she lives in the country.
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  • Beautiful.

    • Holly

      Thank you, friend.

  • Melaney G Lyall

    Oh, yes it is a season of change, of growth… I’m trying to figure out how to be open again too…. cracks are forming so the light can get in…. cracks are forming to let the gifts out My Friend! Thank you for your heart words. ✨🌱🌼🌸🌾

    • Holly

      I love that you get this…all of this. So much love to you.

  • Tracy Nelson

    “awareness laced with abandon” … yes, it truly IS how the light gets in .. OR out. So lovely, thank you.

    • Holly

      That might be my favorite line, Tracy. Grateful that it resonated with you, too.

  • Holly, I love how you help me to see what’s been there all along but unnoticed.

    • Holly

      Michele, I love how you never fail to encourage. Never.

  • Lauren Smothers

    We never stop discovering new things about ourselves…it is nourishing isn’t it ?

    • Holly

      And scary. But that’s why I need you in my life.

  • pastordt

    Beautiful, beautiful. Thank you.

    • Holly

      Thank you, dear friend.

  • I live for days when I open the windows of our house and let it all air out. Love this image of opening my soul in the same way.

    • Holly

      Sometimes, easier said than done though, no?