Faith Flies

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Faith flies.

It rises on wings of hope.

It faces fear –

Doesn’t demand directions,

Assumes the destination is worth the effort.

Faith floats.

It ascends over distractions,

Leaves entanglements and confusion far below.

Faith forms.

It relies on others,

Forges relationships in which leaders are followers,

Treads in paths marked by sandaled feet.

It lands in greener pastures, because

Faith flies.

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Let It Fall

bare

Lay them down, let them slip

From bone-white anxious fingertips –

These pseudo-hues, these not-true-yous,

The ways in which you daily choose

To dress your soul in binary,

Faux your skin in finery;

When fiction’s tarnish falls away,

When forgery is let decay,

Your backbone rises plumb-line strong,

Authentic in its truest song.

So let it fall, remove that shell –

You’re beautiful au naturel.

 

 

 

Wrinkles

apricot daylily

Her heart of hearts records the pain,

Places where deep scars remain;

Damaged tissues bear the strain,

Warped and twisted soul.

Kissed by Light, and coaxed by rain,

Wounded places bloom again,

Every scar croons fresh refrain –

Wrinkles make her whole.

The Pearl

the pearl2

Enter the worm –

parasitic biting beast,

ravenous for fleshy feast,

wants your soul which, once deceased,

sates its hellish greed.

Feel it squirm –

victim senses dark intent,

groans in grievous sore lament,

acts with speed to circumvent

worm’s attempt to feed.

Stand up tall –

fight invaders of your soul,

                                                  life needs hearts whose flesh stays whole,

don’t relinquish full control;

pain is but a birth.

It’s your call –

you could choose to let them bite,

or you could use your darkest night

to forge a pearl of brilliant white,

outcome of true worth.

The Covering

frost crystals

She wrapped her naked soul in frost,

Afraid of being known;

But hiding came at bitter cost –

This skin was not her own.

She lost connection to her core

As frozen walls were raised;

The warmth of Love could melt, restore,

So she could live unglazed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cotton Candy

cotton candy

Her trials transformed her –

but not until

life’s stresses

reminded her

diamonds are only born under intense pressure;

here, darkness and barrenness, cold and discomfort

became the mixing bowl

where

her soul spun sweet.

.

 

Laundry

You made this bed of nails I lie in.

A skewered butterfly,

addition to your

collection,

I swallowed hook, line, and linen.

But this is 2016.

It’s time

to change

the sheets.