She Is In The Very Air That I Breathe

There was a time without  Her,

a time when there was nothing there,

but She found me or I found Her amidst the stands of Quaking Aspen,

and now, I know there is no life without Her.

She’s within the very air I breathe,

She’s amidst the sappy bark scenting tall Pine trees.

She calls my name in an angelic dream,

and I can do nothing, but answer Her.

Now I see it was always Her amidst the streets

of my unloved poetry, or so it seems.

It was She who came to my aid

when cold winds  whipped my soul,

and raging storms cast me upon briny shoals.

I’ll l love Her to the end of days

even as I slip under the freezing waves.

She’s in the last brown leaves that hold the snow

which I still can see upon the shore.

In the littlest rivulets that chatter downhill.

She’s the mother that gave me birth,

and my story that’s been unearthed.

Even as reality becomes a dream,

when I’m lost to the voices that surround,

and life  does nothing, but bring me down,

She’s there.  I wonder why She even cares,

I’m just another broken ship that’s wrecked

upon the rocks, and sank beneath rasping wakes.

I hear Her within the sound of crashing  waves.

She’s upon the shore that holds tight to snow,

where  ducks still rest upon the lake’s ice graying blue.

Where do I begin, to try to be with You?

Must I make a sacrifice?

I walk upon Her path that winds,

though She says Her path is straight and true.

I feel Her amidst the drying , whipping winds,

amidst the fathoms of the darkness, and the deep.

Without Her, there’s no place to call home.

The silence is loud without Her presence,

I look for Her in the aisle of Herbal Essence,

between the potted flowers,

plants with plumes in aromatic showers.

I wait for Her for She is all I know.

My world is a raging sea, and She is there to comfort me.

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About Lisa Tremback

I started writing in Elementary school and was published in school and local newspapers. I graduated from Columbia College in Chicago and studied under the poet, Bill Knox. I have been published at Colorado State University's underground newspaper. I enjoy writing almost every day and love to write about my relationship with G-d.

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One comment

  1. Such a beautiful piece of work. It brought tears to my eyes as I think of my mother when taking in the spirit of the poem.

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