Monday, May 7, 2012


My homesickness
for the Beloved
has abated.

I found him/her
in the space
between the molecules
of my body.

I no longer crave
going “home”.
I am home,
in this tiny spacesuit
filled with love.

Love fills every
cell of my body.
Creator has moved in.
I don’t need to go “home”.
I am home,

Lizette Estelle Stiehr
May 4, 2012

Grown Children

Sharing life with
grown children
is heavy lifting.

Pumping iron generates
tiny tears in the muscles
forcing them to re-build
and strengthen.

Loving my grown children,
I feel the heart tear
with each choice that
(I perceive) will lead
to greater difficulties or pain.

My whole being craves
only love and joy for them.
(And of course my life was only
filled with love and joy….ha!).

Yet in those tiny injuries,
in the heavy lifting,
my heart releases
and strengthens
to it’s own beat.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr
May 2, 2012