November 10,2005
How does one even begin to describe how wonderful it feels to emerge from the darkest of nights? How do I speak of the glorious freedom of breath, and the warm caress of days dawn?
All of the black and dirt from the pain is turned to bright and fresh spring of rain.
It's perfect and growing with every breath that I take, filling my soul with the love that is made. Knowledge and wisdom lie at my feet while compassion and kindness I hold in my hand as petals so sweet.
Like true loves kiss upon the nape of my neck is the tenderest love of which I have missed.
All the stars in the sky that twinkle and shine, could never compare to this love that's divine. It released me from bondage to a self I despised and snatched me from fire of evil design. It cleansed me inside from sins harshest stain like the waters that fall from heavens pure rain. Grateful I am to have weathered the storm for now I do rest in safety and warmth.
February 2, 2006
Have you ever been listening to a song on the radio and even tho you've heard it hundreds of times before for some reason, probably because of where you are in life you finally understand the words.And the meaning of it somehow describes exactly how you feel at that precise moment in time. Usually I find a line or two that stands out above the rest. I wish I could take all of those verses and write my own song. What a crazy song that would make. I think I'll keep a few of them and save it for a future time. ... "Two lips must insist on two more to be kissed,or they'll never know what love can do." ~To each his own ... "When you get what you want but not what you need. When you love someone but it goes to waist. I will try to fix you. Tears stream, Down your face. When your too in love to let it go" ~Coldplay ... "The more I see the less I know" ~ U2
February 23, 2006
Like and elephant upon her chest the pressure to push herself harder and further was ever present. Perfection was required, her best not enough. Judgement~ real or perceived tore holes in her heart. Guilt beat her with fists leaving her broken and bruised. Love~ and elusive butterfly in her hand. Always fearful it should fly away, unable to wrap her fingers tightly to hold. She tried to be grateful for it's momentary beauty and pray that it stay forever there lay.
October 8, 2008
Sometimes I lay just beneath the blanket of understanding. I see the pattern and shapes and colors almost touch it yet just out of reach.
October 9, 2008
Like holding breath in my hands is as holding the ever elusive beauty of emotional security and tender affection upon my heart.
1 comment:
I like what you said about songs. There is nothing that touches my heart more deeply than the lyrics of a song that fits my feelings at a certain point in my life. I often envy musicians and wish that I knew how to write music and sing, yet I wonder if the mystery and magic of it would disappear? In the new system...until then, music is my elixir.
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