Trusted With This gift

what is real and what is fake?

when was it decided that I am who I am?

do we ever really change

or just twist and turn

until the destroying

factor in ours lives creeps in.

gently and secretly invited

in the places we hide

the dark cabinets nobody knows of

Is it to painful to seek me?

a person independent of the society

that created me?

do family histories and generations

past plague this future that I can’t seem to grasp

how do I climb when mountain is my head

playing movies of the past I have lived

the sometimes past I let visit now and again

where do you start when you know the answers in your heart

but when push comes to shove the broken child inside wins and retreats

desperate for the love and willing to go back to feel the temporary satisfaction

who am I?

when was I decided?

is the identity striped and shattered

in broken psyche of a child

Words dance across my mind.

To and fro like a candle burning slow.

The flicker of a thought

Moving from imagination to passion.

Slowly.....

The hours pass by

Each word is a whispered thought

Carrying emotion to sensation

The words dance

Never leaving the mouth

Unspoken and unwritten

Slowly....

They burn as flame consumes

Releasing the scents desired

Slowly......

You see the words are the flame

And they consume my thoughts

Dancing to and fro

Between the state of my realty

And distance of what might be....

Slowly....

Each time it’s light more gone

Melted and used.

Slowly.....

The flame dances a little less inside the glass.

Quiet strength describes the woman I have come to know steadfast and faithful faults and all her heart is full of love. Her light shines bright as the sun even in the mist of the rain. Drawn to Holy Spirit within, craving the strength she carries within.

when the house sleeps around me

I tune out the television

bragging it back to white noise

while I search books written about hearing your voice.

studies that listen scripture after scripture

of moments when others heard you.

the common factor each carried,

verse by verse it’s explored

teased apart to link each like attribute

these great witness shared.

obedience to the call,

strategically choosing,

placing themselves in positions to listen

in their common successes

they share common failures

and the share the greater Grace of God.

in the quiet of the night

I find stories of great love

and my peaceful surrender

choosing and positioning my heart

to obedience, faith and stillness.

It’s friendships grown in love, where sins and choices aren’t judge. Advice and encouragement, even matter of fact chastening ( when needed) are from places of care and love and the hope of watching you grow. Not from judgment or disappointment.

Sometimes it’s the mental stimulation. Shared goals and interests. Attempting to learn about each other or wanting to know more from one another.