Found atop a blanket of motley colors,
A woman born of divine design,
what does she dream of, they wonder.
Fairytales full of splendor,
Fantasies full of surrender,
Suddenly she remembers how to shine.
Caught inside in the textures of our earth,
and the weight of why we’re here,
inspiration returns.
Her eyes see what no one else has to find, she is happy to believe.
Her fingers willingly touch what others presumably mustn’t,
and her heart is open towards the clouds. She is ready to receive.
to be the accessory
his light in the world,
steadfast in protecting.
up against her Guardian,
the nature of his being,
requires nourishment,
his existence remains, wee devotee, lionhearted.
***
What I Would Have Shown You
wait with me for awhile
I’m little,
still valuable.
I live amongst grandiose,
stunning and unpredictable,
humans love them for their ability, acknowledge
the beauty they possess.
See me trying, blushing even
as my shape finishes form,
little, but striving,
will I be yours?
***
What I Would Have Shown You
with excitement
my soul a flutter,
silly smirk on my lips
as the climb continues.
show me
take me
allow the fall
everything here is perfect,
even my brokenness
paint a picture
of genuine happiness
read a novel
on quiet lovely despair
offer the common view
many do not care to see
and show them –
there’s still a chance for me.
my prayer:
distract me enough
so I pursue your plan for me
Lord, protect him enough
so that he and his heart stay safe.
I need to believe in your will,
I want to believe he’s mine,
as he pulls away.
delights in lemon; yellows and gold no brawny epitome of prophecy, in sunshine. daylight randomness of her existence mostly kept yet everyone’s caught sight
morning creates challenge feeling her breath push back against her face reflects the battle frenzy one mind, two ideas reluctant, her leading continues clearer moments, please
Conquering wasn’t the plan. as plain as it sounds, I wanted to belong be along side, your missing link searched for found and shown where I was needed. Sustainable, desired an intricate detail, in view precious, in the forever story. One shouldn’t go where one isn’t planned for, intended or thought of
I laugh at how easily I ignore my inner voice. I am such a brat. Not that negative voice telling me I’m not good enough (I dislike her very much.), but the one warning me. The consistant kicking in the pants telling me to pay attention.
I listen clearly when danger is near and she has helped me. All other areas of life are ignored until I finally get hit with what I’m choosing to over look.
Seems by that point it’s too late for me to ignore my direction, because it’s hard to avoid the obvious. This is when I get hurt. If only I would listen to her pleas.
My body knows, my eyes see and my heart recognizes all inconsistencies, so why not allow them to do their job.
My voice. Why do I ignore her?
As I reflect in my review, she’s been spot on and she’s saved me from a lot of hurt.
I just don’t want to believe negative exists. I easily get lost inside wishing for what I want to happen because I believe goodness prevails in any situation.
Silly, Audrey.
I can trust myself.
I need to trust my voice.
I adore Lauren’s new song. Listen for me. This is where my clarity was found.
I just left Colorado a few weeks ago. The Rockies looked just like the mountains in her video. I feel like this video is for me.
Audrey, love yourself.
Geez, how many times have I read this over the years.
I get it now, if I don’t call out what doesn’t make sense how do I know whether or not I’m being too hard on myself.
I love my voice.
I hope you find my new series enjoyable. I’ve not done a series of poetry posts connected to one another so intimately, so this is super fun for me. And incredibly important moving forward.
essence everywhere
sliding, slowly, before me
found beauty, lifeless
and myself sat searching.
water breaks past roots, stones and debris
flows towards my lense; healing.
Chortles echo in the distance,
oh, one day love will be,
Verdant , my keeper – Forest King
show me where life will lead,
tears dampen this face, and my page,
Colorado heal me,
God, show me grace.
