Rachel Mena

Rachel Mena Mar 2014

We cannot grasp infinity in our minds

Yet we hold in our heads that we are
infinite

We forget we are *not

Rachel Mena Mar 2014

Notice

Every stranger you are passing
Take a look at who is laughing
Who has eyes of golden brown
And whose are fixed upon the ground
Who gives you a nod, or a slight smile
Whose shoes have seen a thousand miles
Who links hands with their better half
All you notice in a simple pass

Who is happy, who is depressed
Who is kind and who's a mess
Whose day is going bad or great
This is all a simple fate

For each and every face you see
Could appear in your dream
Maybe because God wanted them there
Just for a moment, or maybe for years.

Rachel Mena Mar 2014

Push

Won't you please just let me be
Please just leave me at my own peace

Won't you please just go away
When I say leave, I don't mean stay

When I push with all my might
Do not fight back, it is not right

When I stop and start to cry
Try not to look me in the eye

Do not try to fix my life
You were not the glue, but the knife

Say goodbye and let me go
Accepting all you do not know

Rachel Mena Mar 2014

The Rhythm of Time

Time is irrelevant, some might say
It takes the meaning of life away
We move too fast and forget to stop
As the hands move on the clock
We race the time and neglect the rest
And forget to look at what is best
Time moves too quickly and too fast
Before you know it life has passed
So let's throw out this thing called time
And focus on things like love and rhyme.

Rachel Mena Mar 2014

Backward Roads

This is not my home
But a road I used to know
Painted in a different town
With different streets and ways around.
I close my eyes and slowly breathe
As the memories begin to weave:
A country store, and long walks
Snow-covered trees, and deep talks.
Days like these I start to miss
The feeling of freedom and pure bliss.
But if this street can find a way
To the place where I must stay
It may be a simple sign
To let go of home and redefine.

Rachel Mena Mar 2014

Goodbye Hello

And then it just happens.

It just
Happens.

There is nothing you can do or say about it.
It just happens.
When it’s time
It’s time
And we
Have no say in it.

We cannot choose the convenience of an hour
It just happens.
We cannot choose
How
Or why
Or who
It will hurt.

When it’s time,
It’s time.

It just happens.

But maybe it doesn’t just happen.
Maybe you and God
Have a conversation
About what’s going to happen.

Maybe He invites you to come home.

Maybe
He takes you by the hand
For one
Short sleep and says
“This is where you get to be,
But don’t worry,
All of those souls you loved on earth,
You can still see.
And someday
They will be here
With
Us.”

Maybe
He ensures you
One last hug
One last kiss
One last I love you

Maybe it doesn’t just happen.

~for my beautiful sisters~

Rachel Mena Mar 2014

Glass

Glass is burned
and melted
and molded
burned
and melted
and molded
Again
And again
And again
Until it reaches its final form
Sometimes the glass is molded for beauty
Sometimes the glass is molded to be put to good use

And sometimes
the glass breaks.

Maybe the glass
falls
falls
falls
to the ground
and shatters into pieces.

Sometimes the pieces can be picked up
and reformed
into
new patterns
and new designs

But sometimes you cannot save this glass.

But
despite the fact that this glass was never finished to be
something beautiful
or something useful

It was once in the process.

It was in the process of becoming more than it was.
It's whole life
it was in the process.

Despite the fact that nobody had the chance
to stare at the beauty of this glass
or use this glass to hold their flowers,

to the glass blower

it was beautiful.

He saw it in its most fragile state
during its most beautiful times
He shaped it

deliberately

every curve

every corner

was deliberate.

Despite the fact that this glass was never used for its intent
it served perfectly
because
to the glass blower

it was beautiful.

~for my beautiful sisters~