A eulogy & A Love Letter

I was made mental for health.

Not to collect wealth, but…

Because if anyone harms a single one of my children

I will recreate myself, and they will be sorry they ever underestimated me.

My children will be whole, every last soul

Crazy? Maybe, but

I strung words one after the other to tell my story and tether our family together for the journey. My thoughts are in a book, hanging on the walls, acted out, and some randomly strewn about.

The tower of babble now scrabbled. Confusion settled in.

Am I talking to myself, or am I talking to you?

             

              “Anyone who has an ear, let them hear what the Spirit says to the churches.”

              God has brought me laughter, and anyone who hears about this will laugh at me.  

I will survive because the voices in my head understand what I said.

To them, my words are clear; they consider me sweet and hold me dear. 

Others lock me up and want to throw away the key.

They don’t understand the journey or the knot so they condescend to me and assume they are better than me

There’s no place like home.

Love and faithfulness meet together;

righteousness and peace kiss each other.

This kiss of death, A gust, Beloved: May the force be with you as the lyrics are sung in a roundabout

A song of songs,

Telling the same story all along

But now garbled chaos, nonsense, all babble:

I strung my words one by one; that part was fun.

But this going unnoticed, unrecognized, and being forced to fly, made me cry.

I’m ready for my close-up.

Go ahead & make my day.

              Ave Maria – the Birth of Venus

              SO WHAT! I am every woman

Frankly, my dears, I no longer give a damn!

Made mental for health so I strung words together

My poem, my words of passion, my heart, my soul, it’s my story in a movie,  a gallery, a song, and a book

Seriously, take a look:

You complete me

I see me, I see you

Even the darkness will not be dark for you.

You, you who complete me. Where the hell did you go?

Get back here,

Because nobody puts

Baby in a corner or

under a bushel

              I am the light of the world, and my light will shine so

              others can see the good I do.

Deemed crazy because I talk to myself?

Or maybe, I’m talking through you?

But to who?

              You talkin to me when you say baby, hit me one more time?

              I said I am exhausted, and you kids are driving me nuts!

              You had me at hello, but now I wish you knew how to quit me!

Here’s lookin at you, kids, Mona and Lisa

and I will bring you back to this land.

Don’t stop beliven you’ll do you rather than me.

My story is like a prayer. Carefully crafted with color and brush strokes, arches, and angles, stained glass, and your seat at mass,

It’s a wonderful life

              No moans or groans, just keep swimming

I’m in the water, surrounded by lilies

All you who are thirsty, come to the water where I’m singing in the rain       

              with blank spaces causing pain and mental disorientation

Did you borrow my words?

Or did I give them to you to give back to me?

The thoughts of my story keep spinning through

As if I threw them to you, you, and you who were born to run.        

Made mental for health so I strung words together

So all could weather the journey, the storm, without feeling forlorn

And all along, stay cozy and warm until the fire was lit

And babble unscrambled opening the doors of truth:

              At Last, baby got back

              And peace is restored

Now stand up and row, row, your boat because

“I’m gonna make them an offer they can’t refuse:”

Imagine, all you need is love,

And I will always love you.

Amy Jean

…Now, this is the stuff dreams are made of, and this is my dream.

I’ll decide where it goes from here.

A big Van, here we go, on a starry, starry night.

Fasten your seatbelts. It’s gonna be a wild ride.

Some say to me, “You’re entirely bonkers.”

But, I’ will tell you a secret: shhh…All the best people are.       

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Hazelnut photo by Janine Robinson on Unsplash

Church steeple photo by Zane Lee on Unsplash

Scream Photo by Camila Quintero Franco on Unsplash

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Eye photo by Colin Lloyd on Unslash

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