Ashley Wilda


Author: ashley (page 2 of 24)


I sing it to myself when I wander

too far into myself–the first

song on the lullaby album my

mother played when I

was born, so it’d be the first

sound I’d hear.

Sleep sound in Jesus, my

baby, my dear…

I clutch the notes to me like

a safety blanket,  worn smooth and

white, a whisper of a childhood


They’re keeping

watch, so there’s nothing to


The last song I sing

to you when I turn off

the light

May the Lord bless you and

keep you…

squeezing my eyes

shut first so I won’t see

May the Lord make his face shine

upon you…

the darkness smother me

hoping it reaches you and

And give you peace, and give

you peace…

you’ll know who it’s from.

And give you peace



lost in my own head

can’t find you can’t find you

drink honey and mint

bathe my body in lavender

curl up with the remnants

sleep this haunting away


I wish I could be with you

and not speak

I wish I didn’t need words

just breath


To look in my eyes

and see life–

I’ve never seen anything

more surprising

an exercise in self-love

I love the smell

of my own skin



and sun?

and maybe

just a little


airport waiting

airports make me lonely

all the hellos and goodbyes

I may never have with you

but something about lifting off

the tarmac, wheels losing


and finding the sky–

well, that never gets old


airports make me lonely

hellos and goodbyes

we may never have

oh, but the sky–

note from God

these things you believe,

I did not say them

about you.


this is true–

you are worthy of love

(for I made you).

you are not someone to be left behind

(for I want you).

your love is enough.

you are enough.

your love is powerful.

your love can enact change.

your love is not second-rate.

and neither are you.



a wish

oh to feel






rules for living backwards

There are rivers where there should not be rivers

All is not as it seems

When it feels time to move on

stay a little longer

When it feels like you’ve rested enough

rest a little deeper

When it feels like the path has ended

go a little further

We want to do more than survive this flood


I hate spring

my favorite season

new buds the liveliest color

eager but shy

peeking out from tree tips

we roamed the night world then

discovering you

discovering me

and back again

I fell in love in the spring

I can’t bear the wind now

traces of warmth

green awakening

bittersweet kiss

Older posts Newer posts

© 2019 Ashley Wilda

Theme by Anders NorenUp ↑