Notice of absence from Rev. Lord C.M. Bechard
I may not be around since reality loves to buckle and collapse at the most inconvenient times. I will eventually get back with you, once I conquer whatever is before Me making Me absent. But until then, wish Me luck, for I will need all I can muster.
I may not be around since reality loves to buckle and collapse at the most inconvenient times. I will eventually get back with you, once I conquer whatever is before Me making Me absent. But until then, wish Me luck, for I will need all I can muster.
For the love of yes,
I tear the caution tape from my ribs
and step into the pulse of the world -
raw‑knuckled, wide‑eyed, unrepentant.
For the love of yes,
I kick the locked door until it remembers
it was once a tree,
and trees know how to open.
For the love of yes,
I let the wind rearrange my name,
let the future drag its chair closer,
let the impossible clear its throat.
For the love of yes,
I refuse the smallness offered to me,
I choose the spark over the shadow,
the leap over the ledger,
the living over the lingering.
For the love of yes,
I rise -
not clean, not quiet,
but certain.
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Author:
Rev. Lord C.M.Bechard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Oh, for the love of yes..... Such a positive sound..... Sweet upon the lips..... As well as to the ears.....
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
A saying that I seldom hear. It is emphatic and strong in its enunciation and saying. A motivating poem, nicely said
Very engaging, full of action. Very well written.
Erm, and now my next poem: 'No!' lol.
Go for gold! I say go for it! 😉
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