Moving forward, seeing what’s up ahead will appear small until we’re upon it. But glancing backwards will cause us to stumble.

Moving forward, seeing what’s up ahead will appear small until we’re upon it. But glancing backwards will cause us to stumble.

Our hearts feed our minds whether it’s in a negative or positive way.
But our minds don’t always feed what our heart wants.

In all that you work towards, never stop trying. Learn from your mistakes, make corrections, and try again. Let God be your helping hand. Pray. And never give up.
Fear’s vice grip latched and firmly held,
as I watched you leave on wings of flight,
a tear upon my cheeks it felled,
as there I stood, seeing you off to fight.
All progress and forward motion from me,
stilled that day, unmoving and sticky,
but if you are to come home and be,
I must move on but, alas, is tricky.
Days faded and blew away like a stranger,
never getting too close but turning away,
wondering if you were in any danger,
and praying you’d show at the door today.
Then one day as I stood cooking,
a whisper swept across my ear,
I’m here, my love, war never shook me,
now I am home and my love is near.
Intricate beauty captures,
hearts and souls,
alas, your arms surrounding.
Traces fixed as outlines fade,
sun shifts, beams,
I am revealed as always.
Redness, goodness, passion set,
tucked within,
your soul captures, scintillates.
Through your heart life captures me,
awakens,
paint-strokes of love spark and glow.
Beauty weaves its perfect love,
hearts and souls,
your arms surround me, alas.
Like a needle with a thread
I moved to access your wakeful head,
Such knowledge have you at heart
but would not give me or impart,
perhaps attempts were great in number
causing you to go and slumber,
or maybe thus I have no key
to open you and give to me,
please think me not too selfish
just that you I want to cherish,
my hand on yours I transferred
then you said I was absurd,
I yanked my hand away
to try again some other day.


When love departs, let it go. Allow it to slip out the back door quietly, or allow it to smash the windows loudly. When love departs, kiss it on the forehead. Tell it you hope it comes back soon. Tell it you appreciate it and remind it of the beauty and growth it represents. When […]
When Love Leaves — Be Inspired..!!

Drops of plenty wet the soul,
a newness fills and now takes hold,
pinkish flowers sing scents so sweet,
indulging the mind when we are weak.
Breezes soar invisibly,
hovering, surrounding, playfully,
the freshness of air so crisp and clean,
conveying pictures of nature’s scene.
Grassy cushions so green and lush,
a silky sinking, dreaming of much,
sun returned, its beams pushed forth
the dancing clouds from way up north.