I Am Cislunar

Cislunar: between the earth and the moon.

Ok peeps! Time to get arty farty with a poem!

Being diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer has left me in a liminal space and when I discovered there was a word that perfectly described the feeling, I was quite chuffed! It’s always satisfying to have words that encapsulate meaning.

This is one of those pieces that came to me in a rush of inspiration (well, I like to think it was inspired). I’m not going to say much about it, because poetry, in my opinion, should be unpacked by the reader. I encourage you to read it a few times through to let it sink in as it wills.

Unpack away…and let me know what is your cislunar?

Keep Imagining,

Love Amy x

I am Cislunar.

My feet reach toward a ground that might sustain my weight. Reaching, but never landing. Never touching the soil of my lineage. Detached and walking upon heads of a different knowing. Those whose feet are planted. Those who have a place, even if they feel lost.

This listlessness, this floating. The juttering tempo of broken song.

I am Cislunar.

Not yet called home to Kingdom cosmos. My hands reach toward the moon. Toward the mystery, I turn my face. Toward unknowing I walk. And faith I embrace. For the God who is beyond me, more than me, for me.

Yet I am neither here nor there. I am Cislunar. And here I pray: Write upon my heart the knowledge of peace. Engrave me with a place to call home. Graft me into new vines, new wine. A celebration of this liminal life. As I dwell in the rhythm of the axe that cut the tree that shaped the cross that lay upon your back. Rabbi, show me the beauty that only this kind of suffering can bring.

And if I must remain Cislunar.

Holy Spirit of the sacred skies… Meet me in the middle of the air.