Listening to this on repeat today. And then my daily reading has me brought to tears. (As does much of what I’m reading today. A message is supposed to get to me, I think.
It has me focused on the last three words.
What woman doesn’t want to hear this from the man she’s devoted to? I cling to the idea love like this exists. I’m a hopeless romantic and a sucker for true devotion.
Pitiful Girl.
Adding the entire reading, as it might be helpful to another.
Shakespeare wrote of the future-
“an undiscovered country”. I see,
bounding together
new rituals and
their meaning, which
will anchor along
a journey,
where souls squeal
in delight, and life
no longer vacant, thrives.
Sat at work today thinking on yesterday morning’s worship and it had me giggling all over again.
Too bashful it would seem, yet
Audacious in her amber wink,
Far more passionate lately
Her body reacts, goosebumps
In the nippy summer
Morning breeze.
Her station intimidating
The independence feirce,
But its you she craves,
And will consume in every way
Yearning in shy glances
August daybreak upon Aurora’s face.
Being Mommy today
I feel my soul opening
Flying free
A day full of smells and
Happy.
there’s a shift recognized
goes unseen by most
a voice goes from commanding
to the whisper of a ghost.
rejection so subtle
goes unseen by most
a presence longed for
hidden now, door closed.
he shows me beauty
concerned with
acceptance
knows I like pretty
unaware of his own brilliance
music to dance to
and a faith reaching
distance
and he’s meant for someone else,
my fear
i could get lost inside you,
graciously forever, often
yearning for the
direction
you show,
beauty
you create,
protection
you offer,
mystery
you provide,
colors
you inspire,
dreams
you conduct.
without them, i
wouldn’t know where to begin
and incredibly certain
i wouldn’t want to.
held exclusive
could it be true,
if that was me
in the midst of you,
your arms wrapped
yet, I in full view,
secure in mutual adoration
crimson and verdant long overdue.
This afternoon I drove for awhile, after work, before turning around and heading home. You see, it’s not a far drive from one to the other and I needed to think, so off I traveled.
I watch the doves dip and weave
Chasing one another,
Yet I grieve
For a life I’ve dreamt about
Since I was a child,
In a grey, aging, house
There were giggles
And four children the cause,
Despite their loss
Of the everyday normalcy
Of Mom being near,
Nothing making sense, life unclear
If love exists, breathes, you say
Will it fulfill my wish,
Not run – at the top of my list
So sovereign Cardinals in my view
Standing watch, yearning
Might keep me from melancholy.
With so much love inside of me
Love to give,
Share
Offer
With a blank stare returned,
I’m unsure if its power exists
Within me. Maybe
I’ve fallen hard
For a disguise, and
My head, heart and body just incapable of understanding love.
the longing is evident
childish, I know
within the quiet of darkness,
and writing under the sheets,
my wishlist, still nowhere near complete
when we realize
devotion is what they really need,
and it becomes our true focus,
we climb towards accepting reality.
being blessed
to witness their peace,
or to become their daily and intricate detail,
is our gift.
understanding, finally, we’re not a guarantee in what
is meant to be, but it’s okay to hope.
Today, as the sun shines, so that I might see
It is my hope, a continuous hopeful
Dream,
You’ve settled into your day,
Thoughts bringing you closer
To peace,
So your nights offer you moments of
Clarity,
As sleep takes you where you want to be.
He does this thing
Where he’s patient with me,
Yet
Calls me on all my junk
And then waits,
That’s when I want to kiss him the most.
I saw this tonight and wanted you to be the one I showed it to, but that’s okay.
I hate when I cry.
The last few weeks have had me considering the idea of closing my site down.
Wondering if maybe its time to move on and away from poetry.
to fall sleep
believing
in tomorrow,
is how he prefers me
and so I do,
prepared.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 