Sia Harms

Sia Harms Apr 22

the wind stole away the words
of the souls I imagined
leaning on the deck of the ship,
our shoulders touching.
the clouds rolled like purpose,
nothing and everything.
my hands grew numb on silver,
anchored to the sea.
I sank into the feeling, a stone
to be exchanged for
the cornerstone of my Father’s
grace and Holy Spirit

Sia Harms Apr 21

You, in a word?

Eloquent. Conscientous.
I was a model student.
I was a girl with a sleek
Ponytail, glasses poised
On the bridge of my nose.
Careful. Reserved. Moral.
Did I laugh because I felt
I had to? Was the enjoyment
Real, or did I convince myself
That life was full, when it was
An empty jar, flies buzzing
Over the perforated top?
Beaming. Intelligent. Joyful.
How did I manage to hide
All of my woes? Did no one
Truly suspect my grand act?
I thought I was truthful. I
Thought I knew myself.
Graceful. Observant. Kind.
I was self-conscious that
I smelled of salt—dried tears
On my clothes I didn’t want
People to find, not while I was
The bright light they had come
To expect. Was this wrong?
 Doubtful. Pessimistic. Empty.
What words truly describe me?

Daught of God sums it up.

Sia Harms Apr 21

too deep, too genuine

The roads of my voice
Are uneven.  
There are dips and
Unforseen turns.
Gorges and caverns,
Wells that sink
Deep into the earth.
Some syllables
Reach to the sky,
Align with the sway
Of the leaves.
I walk like a beggar
Trying to find
My way along the winds,
My throat raw
As I say the words that
mean something.

It is too raw—
A tree with too many
Chips in its bark.
Too many rings inside,
Filled with unwanted
Insight, meant to be
Covered by the
Depth of a sapling.

You're not too passionate, too deep, too much.
Just say what you mean.

Sia Harms Apr 21

Rain of Resurrection

Let it fall away—
The distractions and
The faulty imitations
Of our world—

Your love becomes
A field of peace,
Empty of all I have
Used to replace You.

It begins to rain.
Soft, red droplets,
Falling on my nose
And cleaning the  
Soot on my skin.

It is a flood of
Grace only making
The wildflowers
Bloom brighter, the
Sun burn deeper, and
My heart feel more
Real in my chest.

I breathe in, knowing
The clouds cannot
Hold Your love, nor
Stop Your blood from
Covering our sin.

Sia Harms Apr 21

the Cross of Doorways

I left on my own,
My hand still on the
Smooth doorway.
I could see the blood
Of past generations
Smeared over the paint,
Flickering in my eyes.
The original cross—
I was not on my own.
I was covered by
The Lamb.

Sia Harms Apr 19

before & After

A hop down memory lane,
A world of darkness
Written in the cobblestones.
I relived it all on purpose,
Knowing it was where
I would find my inspiration.

. . .

I shifted the focus
From the brokeness
Of my heart
To the peace that lies
In the grace of my God.

Sia Harms Apr 19

Between Words

I walked between words—
In the silence of pauses,
And the panic of hiccups,
On the cusp of outbursts,
At the end of confessions—
My shoulders brushed the
Sides of the alcoves, soft
And indefinite as they
Thrummed with possibility.