Heather Gelb- Three Poems

Brief Bio: I often feel like a gazelle as I leap from hilltop to hilltop, finding inspiration in the valleys of my life. On one of these hills I recently publish my memoir, my spiritual journey from

the hills of one land to another:

http://www.amazon.com/Hilltop-My-Path-Rwanda-Israel/dp/1937623076/ref=sr_1_sc_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1442488741&sr=8-1-spell&keywords=heahter+gelb

One of my poems based on this book will be featured in the fall edition of Poetica Magazine.

 

 

The Good Eye

 

I mistook the shiny object for

A blue marble, neglected,

Hiding beneath a bush,

Guarded by cageless crickets chirping songs of

Love and redemption.

 

But

 

In my hand the marble became an eye

With a blue so deep I ached

With the beauty of

Deep, cleansing waters infused with

Laughing dolphins and

Sheltering  skies housing vibrant rainbows.

I gazed beyond all shades of blue

and saw the reflection of

All that is good threaded among the

Gray in the world.

 

Who is missing their good eye?

I felt both of my eyes, even the dent,

A dent that I try to fill in a bit more each year.

Tears fell from my eyes as

I lamented all the one-eyed people

Raising one-eyed children to see

Only half of the picture on a changing canvas and

Calling that truth.

 

The eye in my hand blinked.

I threw the eye into the deep blue and

An unnamed bird clutched it gently in its talons.

Please bring it to who needs it most

I called after the retreating bird.

 

 

The Wall

 

Sometimes I reach out

To touch a wall and am

Electrified by

The pulse of star dust embedded in the stone,

Emotions fossilized in dried tears of Loss and discovery.

A hum of recognition,

Light through the cracks...

 

Sometimes I reach out

Again and again to

Touch a soul imprisoned within hard flesh

And I touch just

A wall

 

 

 

Off Balance

 

There is goes again

A spin cycle interrupted

By clothes thrown off balance.

A heavy towel on one side,

A light t-shirt on the other,

Stuck – waiting for my hand

To rearrange the  load.

and

Sometimes I feel

That my cycle is interrupted

My soul thrown off balance,

Heavy thoughts on one side,

Light faith on the other,

Stuck – waiting for the hand of God

to rearrange my spiritual load.