Breath.

Phone calls come unbeckoned. Same trigger, same lines, same tears, same audible ache , same half spoken regrets... Followed by the same empty promises that vanish as quickly as the air it took to speak them. You were always false hope. Always heart ache. After all these years the silence still speaks more honestly than … Continue reading Breath.

Freedoms story .

He saves us in a thousand ways, and we can't know them all.Why do we expect freedom to be easy, look beautiful?It's a kind of holy wretchedness that is the beginning of his love story... Freedom is found at the foot of crucifixion...spilt out running down across the hardened earth as the sun hid her … Continue reading Freedoms story .

Fledging

Sometimes falling is flying. What felt like plummeting in blind and violent decent was in truth the rush of wind that caused me to spread wings ... taught to fly whilst in freefall and instead of hitting bottom it seems I'm learning to soar ... That sweet voice whispered words "jump and I'll catch you … Continue reading Fledging

Not just a word. . .

Love is a verb...kinetic, fluid. Love must flow from hearts and out hands not just lips. Love cannot be simply spoken but must be fully embodied and walked out in physical form. Love spurs feet in forward motion strengthens resolve and lifts heads higher. It's electric.. Ever moving shifting flowing energetic force that sparks light … Continue reading Not just a word. . .

Waiting.

Patience is not a thing that comes easily to me.It's a hard-learned quality that I still struggle to grasp firmly...I hate delay, hate the pause...the uncertainty that the wait entails. But nevertheless, here we are again. We've lived pause and isolation before. Oh, more times then I can be bothered to count. When our sunchild … Continue reading Waiting.

Ashes

It is possible to live at the bottom, exist at basement level...waste a life holding onto fakery, projecting to the world what isn't.Fear and her lover Pride seek to keep us beaten down and stuck. Twisted ,contorted ,deformed and devoured by the lies they spin and we are burnt away to ashes in the inferno … Continue reading Ashes

Hindsight

If I had it all to do over again.. I'd write a different story. The plot twists would remain the same I guess, I had no control over them anyway, but I think perhaps Id handle it all differently. Hindsight is 20/20 or so they say and if I only knew then what I know … Continue reading Hindsight

She is….(for B ❤)

Impossibly flawed and oh so broken...still she walks as queen. Head held higher defying the ache inside. Youd never know the depths of sorrows overcome. She is victorious . Her integrity is made complete by humilities seasoning.She is beauty and brokeness all at once.A masterpiece in the making.Dust refined into being by the artists hands. … Continue reading She is….(for B ❤)

Grace upon grace

Grace….how heavy life would be, how hopeless if not for grace. Grace brings rebirth. Renewing.. Grace means it's not what you bring to the table…. but who you are. Grace says it's not all up to you. Grace turns vulnerability into strength unparalleled. It's not the measure of your worth by your accomplishments but the … Continue reading Grace upon grace