When I least expected change,
Change turned my life around.
My prayers had ceased, I had
Made peace with fading dreams.
My dreams were dead, my hope
Was lost, my faith was gone.
But with the certainty of
Rising sun and dying night –
The only thing predictable
Is life’s unpredictability.
I dreamt that you were drowning
And there was no way to rescue
I wished that I could save you
But I stood on shaky ground
I wanted you to live
I prayed for your sweet breath
And when I woke I discovered
Your beating heart dead still –
Dreams were no longer dreams
And a nightmare was real
Tear drops and rain
Run down my face
Leaving me in the
Freezing cold, dark
Umbrella offering
The only shelter
From the storm raging
Outside and within
Angel of light
Angel so bright
Delicate wings
Whispering dreams
Watch over me
Watch over mine
Keep us safe until
Our journey’s fate
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Journey.”
My life is a desert
No water to be found
My well has run dry –
Fading hope has died.
I kneel before thee
My Savior and King
Plead for living waters –
To quench my soul’s deep
Need.
A shadow without light
Would ne’er a shadow be named
But rather darkness descending
On never ending night
Like moonlight shadows
And shadows with light
A soul’s sore pain echoes
Sweet victory’s delight
One side of a coin
Is one half of a whole
The yin and the yang –
Whole is more than its parts
My love
Your love
Our love
Forbidden behind
A secret lock and
Key
For now
And always forever
Aching to be
Unchained
Unlocked
Unhidden
Free
Layers upon layer
Fell to the floor
Revealing flesh
Behind closed door
The music played
Drowning our cries
The passion between us
Never disguised
Exploring the city – May 1998
One of my best friends arrived in Sydney from Johannesburg yesterday. They made the brave decision to leave friends, family and everything they know behind, and start somewhere new. It will be our ninth anniversary later this year. I think back on those first days, the up and downs, the mixed emotions, the craziness of learning to swim in a new pool. Everything so scary, and so exciting too. The best thing was the feeling of safety. To park my car and know with a fair amount of certainty that I will be able to return to it, and that it will still be where I parked it. Nine years on and I feel so very blessed, so thankful that doors opened for us when they did, and allowed us to create a life in a safe and peaceful land.
Australia is its own island, and has only been good to us.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/island/
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