I know of her
That many have chased
Her, that has kept time waiting
Her, that has taught many patience
I know of her
A beautiful sight to behold
Chase if you must
Because she is a beauty!
But on some days
She’s chasing me
She’s stalking me
She’s many a warm hue
And for some minutes, she lingers
Streaking curtains, painting walls
Even bold to caress a face
But not for long
Sunset, she is
A feisty orange
A flaming red
Sometimes, a hypnotizing pink
I thought about you
So I texted to say good morning
And then I thought about you some more
My text, as useful as an unsent one
I thought about you
So I texted to say good night
Then came dawn, but no response
And so I thought some more
Something about a good morning text
A little sweetness to my day,
Something about a good night text
Soothing, for some sound sleep,
Like a pinch of salt or a spritz of perfume,
Blush on my cheeks for a pop of color,
Like a drop of water, making a mighty ocean
The little things go so far
The fewest of words may change a day,
For tomorrow isn’t given
The fewest of words, may be the last you ever say,
Because sleep may come and be deep
So good morning, my dear
I thought of you
And I pray you have a good night
Godwilling, you hear from me on the morrow
It wasn’t supposed to end up like this
But I tell you now, the story
Of the paint splattered canvas
Once white and bare
Awaiting kaleidoscopic ideas
Of painter, once in euphoria
It wouldn’t have ended up like this
But here is the story
Of the birth of insecurities
Once unknown, some well managed
But words sowed seeds
In a painter, once self assured
It shouldn’t have ended up like this
But the story is clear
The canvas white, no more
And awe no more, to its beholder
Because of unkind words and opinions
The painter, now in need of an inner mending
Taking it, because I taught myself to
Listening, because all they did was subdue
Oh, what an awakening
Rose flower, time to see a blossoming
From first sight of a hue
To petals fragile, trying to break through
Rose flower, touched pruned, positioned
But truly blossom, she hasn’t
The rose wants to blossom
Her way, bend if she must
The rose wants her true growth
It’s time, their opinions must go with the dust
As you find yourself
Chasing after your dreams
Bringing life to your desires
There’s a meanwhile
That encircles you
Our Creator, Our God
He knows best
He wants for us
What will exceed
Our highest expectations
Dear one,
Fret not,
Over what’s on the other side of the fence
But in the meantime
Floating in the meanwhile
Be content, and also ready yourself
For a forever blessing
When the going gets tough
There and then
A pouring, of what we’re made of
No one looks at the bird in flight
To make mention of its fatigue
But let same bird see a falling
Poor bird, with ruffled feathers
When the going gets tough
You keep going, soaring high like the bird
Till you meet ground
Poor fellow, with a few hiccups
You’ve seen a falling?
Get up, you forlorn one
And try again, that you may fly
To heights you once knew
The man with one chair
Likes to sit alone
One will catch a glimpse of him
When the worn out country sun
To the horizon, has gone
The man with one chair
A beer for company
But in his thoughts
Miss Alabama, is wandering
Can you fathom this mystery?
That man with one chair
Won’t be alone for too long
Till sweet lil’ Miss Alabama
Goes sashaying his way
Wowing just enough, to capture his gaze
A capture of two now in her trove
The man with one chair
May soon give out his seat
Props out to Miss Alabama
For stealing his gaze, his heart and now, his chair
There, there, my love
See how the gap bridges in
Distance is fading, time is nigh
The genesis of our union,
One full of awe and purpose
It’s happening, I see you soon
The giddiness of potential
Oh, what an unfolding, we behold now
The realization of loving and being in love
Thus far we have come
Thus far the Lord has brought us
The Lord has been good and faithful
Anticipation is an understatement
See my body, ever so eager
Arms mimicking an embrace
My shoulders, they prepare,
A resting place for your head
And my heart, ever jumpy like an anxious puppy
We have known for a while
That we’re worth each other’s time
We’ve cultivated a garden
That bears fruits of love
To say I love you is not enough
But I’m forever thankful that we found each other
Trust, like a tree in autumn
Questioned by the unknown
I know I can trust you, but…
Said branches to leaves
Said leaves to branches
Trust may break
Trust may be shaken
Trust may be lost, completely
Like a leaf in autumn,
One may feel betrayed
When suddenly let go
By whom they thought as their backbone
High up on cloud nine
Left to a plunging, cold fall
Like a branch in autumn
One may be shockingly abandoned
By leaves that leave
One may be made a fool of
By leaves that threaten to leave
That may be you, shaken, broken inside
Trust, like a tree in autumn
Broken by the unpredictable
I know I can trust you, but…
A day at a time
A tear that will dry
There is a reason,
There is a season
But still there is despair
A hug to say all is fine
A word of encouragement
To calm a racing mind
But there will still be that moment
Hands in pockets, and emptiness felt
Such is a revisiting sorrow
That comes in waves
Such is a daunting anxiety
That comes uninvited
Such is the guilt felt
For shifting the mood
So I ask that you bear with me
You jolly soul, best friend, confidant
One day it may be well
One day the pockets may be filled
With something other than emptiness
Something worth remembering,
Something that will carve a smile
The little things
Do make the difference
It has taken some years
But the eyes now see this
Some fancy jewels
But she, a reading chair
For the lustre many seek after
Is second to a great novel
The little things
Do make the difference
Like a bowl of macaroni and milk
To appease the hunger pangs
Some prefer take out
But she, a home cooked meal
Because temporary delicacies
Wear out this body, her temple
The power of silence
Confronting many with their burdens
Today the wick glimmers
Telling of strain and uncertainty
But hope should not leave you
You, forlorn fellow
My Beloved
I love you in everything
In the good, in the bad
In every misunderstanding.
And though doubts may creep in
To distract, confuse and disorient
Like an unbridled case of tinnitus
Remember that you’re perfect for me.
Dawn sweep away the perils
That chided me in sleep
Praying and crying out, though nasal
My Saviour, He hears me weep
Turned on side, pillowing my fears
The stillness, so loud, envelops
Reminded of a hymn to repress the tears
Gathering courage, to never give up hope
The day is bursting through
And the remnants of night, they fade
Flee away you woe, perhaps one or two
For today we choose joy, and will not trade
To know that, she’s had you
Over and over
I want to understand
When you say you’re committed
Just how many times must I have you
To teach your body something new?
I say that I’m fine, but these words…
Need undoing , revealing that I’m not
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