I pushed him away
I closed myself from his touch
And when all other distractions
Fell away like discarded logs of
Driftwood
It was only then I that could realize
He was the one who was loving me
All this time.
Tag love
Will You?
If I hold my heart out
Will you take it, will you dare?
Will you take my heart
Within your hands
Will you hold my heart with care ?
Will you love me as I love
Will you never let me go
Will you walk beside me
Will you love me so?
Deathly Silence
‘Just a kind word’, I begged him to say
His silence that ricocheted back to my ears
And heart and eyes sliced through me
I was diced in every which way.
Suffocation
At times it feels as though I have too much love to give, that my heart has limitless boundaries, when the irony is, the endless oceans are trashed with discarded plastic that suffocates my every breath.
Falling
The best part about falling in
Love
Is when everything and everywhere and
All others cease to be
Visible.
It Was Only
It was only through loving you that I learnt to love myself.
It was only through giving all that I had that I learnt to take in return.
It was only by accepting what you had to give that I learnt to say thank you.
It was only.
And it still is.
It is still.
You.
Unseen
I feel your touch
Your love flows in ways
Unseen
I know you will always be
Close at hand
My Lord!
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!
I Am Love
This morning I could hear my self-talk starting. That critical inner voice that is just so cruel and merciless. And more than that, I could feel my own self-talk.
I felt berated. Angry. Frustrated. Irritated.
Eventually, I confided in a friend. Someone got the better of me. Yes, my friend agreed, someone did get the better of you.
I decided to take some time out to be still. My past actions have all been my own. My decisions have all been made by myself. With my own motives, my own desires, my own uniqueness.
How then did someone get the better of me. They did not. The only thing getting the better of me is my own self-talk.
That cruel, merciless voice.
But that is not me. I was created with love. I was created in a moment of love (or so I’ve been told). I am love.
Flame
I dreamt of past loves
As though they were still alive:
A flame still flickers
