Out of prayerful passion, these words came. For my lover and for you ...
Unconditional LOVE.
Even when I am in the acts of falling,
my beloved bids me, "Come away with me my love!"
When my heart turns to the foolishness of the world
and accepts and even longs for superficial self satisfaction
my beloved forgives and with longing eyes bids me, "Come away with me my love!"
What right have I to judge others,
to do anything except LOVE when I act just like them countless times.
I have no right, no debt to pay, but that of LOVE.
Like a child, I am faltering to grasp
what those simple four letters mean.
LOVE, unconditional LOVE, just beginning to learn.
Passion poured forth, not in self gratification
but in death, a death meant for me.
LOVE, unconditional LOVE, just beginning to learn.
Though I will fail and clouds will come to darken my way
He will strengthen me and raise me from the ashes, my best abilities.
Oh my beloved LOVE, consume me and fill me with all that is you.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
Heartsick
Heartsick.
I know I am not alone in feeling these things, but that doesn't make it any easier.
More than emotion wells up inside me now.
I sit with sadness and longing thinking of you wondering where you are and when we will meet.
Words cannot capture how badly I want to be with you in this moment.
To have your strong arms wrap around my body and hold me safe inside your gentle grip.
To feel your fingers run through my hair.
To let our lips meet in passion and transmit love through our supple kisses.
Pushed nearly to the verge of breaking down in tears as I await you.
My love, my lover, my husband for life, please come quickly.
I offer you my unconditional love looking beyond past and current faults and flaws to simply accept you.
I pray that you will offer the same to me, but even if you don't, still I offer these gifts to you for our lifetime.
Unconditional love.
It has changed me this week as I think I finally grasped what it means.
That lofty knowledge propels me to you and desire for you.
Please come quickly, my love.
I know I am not alone in feeling these things, but that doesn't make it any easier.
More than emotion wells up inside me now.
I sit with sadness and longing thinking of you wondering where you are and when we will meet.
Words cannot capture how badly I want to be with you in this moment.
To have your strong arms wrap around my body and hold me safe inside your gentle grip.
To feel your fingers run through my hair.
To let our lips meet in passion and transmit love through our supple kisses.
Pushed nearly to the verge of breaking down in tears as I await you.
My love, my lover, my husband for life, please come quickly.
I offer you my unconditional love looking beyond past and current faults and flaws to simply accept you.
I pray that you will offer the same to me, but even if you don't, still I offer these gifts to you for our lifetime.
Unconditional love.
It has changed me this week as I think I finally grasped what it means.
That lofty knowledge propels me to you and desire for you.
Please come quickly, my love.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Unfinished Song
(Chorus)
She’s got a smile that moves mountains
brings hope to dark spaces
It radiates from cheek to cheek
and one day it’s grace
will change places
She’s going to turn the world upside down
spin it like a globe on it’s side
And when she’s righted all the wrongs she can
into Heaven’s gates she’ll glide ... ‘cause
(Chorus)
She’s got a smile that moves mountains
brings hope to dark spaces
It radiates from cheek to cheek
and one day it’s grace
will change places
Marching to a different drummer
She’s got a smile that moves mountains
brings hope to dark spaces
It radiates from cheek to cheek
and one day it’s grace
will change places
She’s going to turn the world upside down
spin it like a globe on it’s side
And when she’s righted all the wrongs she can
into Heaven’s gates she’ll glide ... ‘cause
(Chorus)
She’s got a smile that moves mountains
brings hope to dark spaces
It radiates from cheek to cheek
and one day it’s grace
will change places
Marching to a different drummer
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Untitled
She walks down the street
all dressed up, walking in grace
looking so lovely in lace.
She's beautiful, she's beautiful
she's beautiful ... and she knows it.
all dressed up, walking in grace
looking so lovely in lace.
She's beautiful, she's beautiful
she's beautiful ... and she knows it.
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