Erika Koenig-Workman

Open to Love


It takes great strength

To remain open to love


Fear causes us to close

Hands clenched tightly


Can I count on you


Open is my heart to your true need to travel your days intact since OCD exacts an unknown universe


Turning you inward towards a small life nevertheless you are alive counting the hours the birds while the distant clouds call


You can count on me


Open is my heart to your need to travel your days intact with integrity and right choices placing your choices just so


I understand I wait for you without knowing if you will return from the place you go to


The prayer of an open heart is mine like the small bird on the perch trusting one second at a time