Winter is slipping away one morning glow at a time one second of thawing ice one moment of spring thoughts one….
Your Light is that of communal reaching into depths beyond darkness parting religion for relationships reconciling hearts back to You when they have been lost, flipped upside down, and walking through life with blinders on. Your Light, heals anything that can tear or be torn. More miraculous than anything ever experienced ever known ever felt….
You call me straight out of dreams and long forgotten tales to stumble in the dark toward hardwood and nails. And while the bite of winter nips at my nose, plays on my skin totally exposed; the flames in the sky turn dark to light hello daytime goodbye night.
Your name escapes me, it is the least on my mind, for I am but an apprentice to your expertise, while we move through the silence of crisp morning in familiar places and unfamiliar territory.
Good Night, Good Morning
You are uniform, whether rise or fall, dawn or dusk You remain the same whether seen or unseen displaying an array of colors, that captivate. You are bright, warm, and I look forward to basking in you every day.
Edge of Twilight
To the last I talk to and the first I think of, Delighted I am, that you are on my mind; which is nothing out of the ordinary, for you are ingrained in my life like a freckle on my hand. While twilight peeks at me through the window shade, I imagine you pulled from sleep,…
It takes just one moment with you for me to grin my unmoored heart to flutter butterflies to dance. Just One.
Beyond the Surface
Looking beyond what is reflecting on the surface, will display what the light is doing, rather than what it is aimed at.
Surrounded by the presence of You, finding wellness in my soul, I begin to wonder how well it really is, as I search between darkness of intertwined sin, fresh and long forgiven, struggling to surrender. Far away are my thoughts, my head downtrodden, as shadows zip back and forth, flickering while I wrestle to capture light….
The edge of earth, where sunrise entangles my eyes lost in ever changing hues, so much that I trouble seeing anything else other than what’s on the horizon. But, when the color disappears, a different world presents itself.
Close, no closer; it’s the only way you can tell a story to capture and captivate. It’s timely that you’re here in this place chasing me down like a kid. Slowly leaning into me, searching for the perfect moment, only to jolt back from rushing waters. You’re hesitant to get wet, but do not fear,…
Cynical walls build back around my heart, where you tore them down. Like patch work, each stone is put back into place, while variances of purple rise and fall from the sky.