Prayerful Reflection

You, Lord God,

are my anchor

and my mainstay.

You, Lord God,

are the winds

that push me on

and guide my path.

You, Lord God,

laid the roads I walk,

You steady my steps.

You, Lord God,

are my center

my goodness,

my passions.

So take me

further up

further in.

Lord, lead me

further out

to Jerusalem,

Judea, Samaria.

Give my wandering

purpose and direction.

Wash me clean

in your abundant grace,

in your merciful downpour.

Christo, Pater, Deo.

My heart, my life, my soul

are yours.

~9/17/2016~

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Rain Child

I am a rain child,

or a child of the rain.

When clouds roll over,

when heavens loose tears,

I become alive,

like flowers in spring,

dancing in the pain,

laughing in the dark,

washed clean by the dew.

I am filled with life

when storm clouds roll in.

I roll out my mat

when store fronts close down,

like stars I light up.

When sidewalks roll up,

I dance where they were.

I am a rain child,

or a child of the rain.

They Tell Me

I debated about whether I ought to post this or not, but I chose to because I feel it fits with several others I’ve written, and as I restructure my blog that may make more sense. That being said, over the summer I read several articles about domestic abuse and sexual harassment, and I was inspired to write this.

 

They tell me

it’s normal

when little boys

rip the wings off

of butterflies.

They tell me

it’s normal.

 

They tell me

I should have known

when his hands wandered,

his eyes wandered too.

They tell me

I should have known.

 

They don’t know

he ripped my wings

over quiet years

of concealed pain.

They don’t know,

They don’t care.

 

They told me

we had love-

three long years

together.

They told me

we had love.

 

So I stayed

for that love.

But love isn’t

breaking her down.

But I stayed

for my love.

 

Three years past,

I am healed,

mostly.

I will thrive.

Three years past

I am healed.

~August 19, 2016~

Love

Love.

Expressed so many ways

Shared by fam’ly, friends, lovers.

The same throughout time.

Love.

Found in discussion,

Seen in writings and photos.

A constant in time.

Love.

A comradary,

A desire to be closer,

To share one’s whole self.

Love.

To know someone’s worst,

And act like it matters not.

Peace, patience, grace, joy.

Love.

It builds up friendships,

Lays foundations for marriage,

Strengthens families.

Love.

Necessary, lacking.

Blinded by pain, lust, revenge.

Sorely sought after.

Love.

What does anyone want,

But to be loved and cherished,

Safe among loved ones?

Love.

Such a simple word,

Such a difficult lifestyle,

A truly hard choice.

Love.

~April 3, 2016~

Hush

Hush, my child.
Be still and know
That I am near.
Let silence fall,
Fall out of step,
Step into peace.
Let your soul rest,
Renew your mind,
Meditate.
Meditate on
The scriptures,
On God’s love,
The simple,
The small things.
Hush, my child.
Why do you fear?
What will you miss?
what demons haunt
When you’re alone?
The silence rings-
We drown it out
With the Noise.
Be still, my child.
Take comfort
From silence,
find your peace
In the rest.
Embrace calm.
You are tired,
weary, worn down.
You’ve fled too long.
Fear not the hush,
find rest in it.
Forget the world-
It will be there
On return.

A Poem for my Husband

Your kisses always taste sweet to me.

Your skin feels like my favorite dress-

smooth and warm where it touches my skin.

Us fighting is exhilarating-

thunder and lightning and pounding rain.

Making up with you after the fight

is like a fresh, new dewy morning.

I adore waking up beside you,

listening to your gentle breathing.

My husband, my love, my life, my world,

what we have is something valuable,

it can’t be bought, or sold, or traded,

to others its completely worthless.

You can’t put a price on the mornings

I watch you get dressed from our warm bed.

My dear husband, know that I love you,

now and forever, with my whole heart.

I am yours, husband, and you are mine.

~May 2, 2016~13239198_10209899861118356_7725521178370482228_n

Waterfall

You’re like a waterfall-

All sustaining,

all consuming.

A roar of pure power-

Never ending,

never leaving.

You’re like a waterfall-

Your majesty

without an end.

You grace ever flowing-

Pouring, pounding,

ceaseless, drowning.

You’re controlled, chaotic-

So beautiful,

breathtaking love.

You’ve not forsaken me-

When I cry out,

my God, my God.

I’m taken by surprise-

By your splendor,

by my wonder.

More than I can resist-

Your mightiness,

your strong current.

You’re more than I can fight.