My life didn’t flash before my eyes, my future did.

My life didn’t flash before my eyes, my future did
All the moments I’d miss
My sons’ weddings
Growing old with the Bean
Running across the finish line
Dance parties with my family
ABC4Life dreams
The list goes on

I’m ready, I whispered to the One who created me
But I don’t want to leave
I love my life
I really love my life

©Megan Burmester
November 2, 2018


I pour.
I pour some more.
Is it full?
Never, but I keep pouring.
And pouring…
And pouring…

I never see the cracks.
Pour pour pour
I never see the emptiness.

I pour.
I’m tired but I pour some more.
It’s empty again.
Keep pouring.
And pouring…
And pouring…

I’m afraid to stop pouring.
I pour, covering my own cracks and emptiness.

Suddenly, I am being filled.
Love pouring in,
Value pouring in,
Truth pouring in,
Healing flooding in.

Overflowing, I receive.

Megan Burmester
© September 28, 2018

Come Forth

Born forgetting my identity,
Imago Dei coursing through my veins,
but lies strangled the truth.

The Creator says, “Come Forth!”

Wrapped in lies as grave clothes,
I stumble through, wondering if I will ever be free.

The Creator declares, “Come Forth!”

I glimpse freedom through tightly wound cloths.
Elusive, out of reach.

The Creator shouts, “Come Forth!”

I take a step into truth,
I watch the lies unravel as I embrace Imago Dei.
Resurrection flows in my veins, bringing life.

Megan Burmester
July 31, 2018


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Labels we stamp on others (and ourselves). Aren’t we all beautiful humans, made in the image of God? Labels take away our humanity, our shared experience and our dignity.

Dissolve them.
Dissolve them.

Megan Burmester
August 2, 2018

Zero Gravity

Walk on eggshells.
Don’t rock the boat.
It’s quite a feat to stay light on my feet.

How little must I weigh to keep from breaking eggshells?
How still must I stand to not make any waves?

I became zero gravity to navigate life with you.
Internally, I volcanoed; outwardly, I floated along,
never daring to crunch those damn eggshells or rock that boat.

Crunch, crunch.
Crunch, crunch, SPLASH!

I am me. I am weighty. I make waves.

Megan Burmester
August 4, 2018


No More Hiding

The old projector whirs to life.
Silently, images flash on screen.
I edit heavily.
After all, no one knows the real me.
The me I project, well, I like her!

Meanwhile, in the flickering darkness,
I hide my disfigurement.
The real me, tucked away safely.

The me I project seems funny, smart, kind.
The real me? She wants to be the center of the universe.

Who gets to peek behind the curtain?
Maintaining the illusion is tiring.

The me I project fights to keep the projector running;
Fear etched onto her perfect face.
The real me emerges out of the darkness, blinking
into the Light.  No more hiding.

Megan Burmester
July 23, 2018

Middle of the Night Musings

Do we have enough cauliflower? I think as I drift off…

That dang light is annoying!
Did I take my magnesium?

I’m awake. It’s the middle of the night and I’m awake.

I need to write that card and grate the cheese.

Is the cat barfing? If I lay quietly, pretend I’m asleep,
maybe Bean will clean it up.

I’m awake. It’s the middle of the night and I’m awake.

Stop thinking about being awake. Just rest. Shhhhhh!

What was that line of poetry I composed?
I can’t remember, dammit.

I’m awake. It’s the middle of the night and I’m awake.

My hip hurts. Oh gosh, is it something serious?
I need to stretch. Maybe I need to see a doctor?

Did I just dream about spiders, avocados and
getting my son to practice on time?

I’m awake. It’s the middle of the night and I’m awake.

I have to pee. If I lay quietly and ignore it, maybe
the sensation will go away.

What time is it? Don’t look at the clock. Just rest.
Shhhhhh. Just rest.

I’m asleep. It’s time to wake up and I’m dead asleep.


Megan Burmester
July 4, 2018