The thing about weakness is that it can be wished away
I feel my weakness I feel my vulnerability
I feel my battles that rage within
And I know that it will pass I will be strong again
I am human I am alive I feel
I am weak tonight
I will rest and be kind to myself
Tomorrow I will be strong
waves roll over me waves you do
in my desperation
I feel you
down I tumble holding tight
up again
I feel light
tossed and turned spinning round and round
I am screaming
a silent sound
so i stumble before a fall
I WILL STAND UP!
I WILL STAND TALL
I carry the memories
Of summer sun on my
Skin, as I anticipate the
Arrival of autumn’s
Falling leaf.
emotions are gentle waves lapping the soft warm sand of a sun-kissed beach.
emotions are raging storms that toss the largest ships as if they were a child’s toy.
emotions are tiny bubbles that sparkle and effervesce as giggles that cannot be contained.
emotions are salty tears that drench our cheeks with their relentless downpour.
they are pastel shades of a mother’s love, that overwhelming poignancy of meeting her newborn babe.
emotions speak truth and tell the tallest lies.
they are dark and white, and grey and light.
they are all the colours of the rainbow, and the blackest dream in which to drown.
emotions are life and the only thing that emotions are not
Is death.
I love the thought that we don’t always have to be striving for an ending in sight. We don’t need to be following a ‘plan’. Sometimes we just need to follow the leads. To be still and listen to our hearts. Listen to the stirrings of our souls. And be true to what we hear.
Be soft enough to hear, and gentle enough to feel. Be willing to be moved. And then follow the leads.
Allow ourselves to be surprised.
I feel your touch
Your love flows in ways
Unseen
I know you will always be
Close at hand
Colors and shapes and pots and paints
Pop up bright and come to life
I breathe them in
My soul feels light
I never ever want the black and grey
I never ever want the beige and dull
I choose the colour
I choose the white
I choose a new palette
I paint a new way.
Mystery of night
Intersecting day, light dims –
I drink it all in
A new Spring
A new season
A new day
In this beautiful realm
Called life.
I’ll follow the signs
Where they might lead
I’ll follow the light
Through a jumbled maze
I will trust in the source
That higher power
Of heaven and earth
And the universe
I will trust in grace
For this I know
My Lord loves me –
He loves me so!
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