Day 18 – Unwrapped

It’s the holiday season and today is Christmas. And I feel like an unwrapped present. Sitting still and pretty, bringing a smile to others while not displaying what’s held inside. Others can guess. Yet, no one will truly know. There’s supposed to be joy, connection, warmth, and overflowing love. It’s swirling all around externally but

The End

Cleanse me of what it meant to me No longer do I desire to love or think on it Life has shown me Remove traces of it from my heart and mind Lock it in a capsule that will never open Even with time Replace it only with your power and word I bury it

Authentic

I desire authenticity in my life. No lies. No selfishness. No excuses. No pretend. I desire authenticity. Not only because I live a life of being authenticity wrapped in love and positive intentions, but I know it’s possible and valuable. When inauthenticity, lies, lust, selfishness, lack of accountability, lack of respect and so much more

11-11… 1 am stirrings

Prayers weaved from my soul Outstretched, humble, expectant and vulnerable Seeking, even to simply graze a glimpse Suffering and a love amplified Grateful for the sacrifice of restoring life when you died Worshipping in love because I know you’re King Almighty, fill my vessel. Restore me again

Love’s Presence

I love when you can look at someone and a movie reel plays in your mind. A look that breeds images of wrestling on soft carpet because the love and jokes drove you into each other’s playful arms. Or maybe, cooking in the kitchen and a warm arm comes over you and pulls you close

Processing

Sun rises as I lay here. Dreams vacate my space for the first time in a long while.  Fog of exhaustion and unwelcomed thoughts of the past.  Slow eye roll into passionate prayer.  Seeking an end to what lingers in my heart and mind.  Sunny days will come in time. Trusting in the process. 

Remnants of Joy

  There are no more letters to write. Refusing to write for a receiver with inauthentic eyes, the well ran dry. Not interested in seeking to understand, as exhaustion rears its ugly head. A love once alive now fizzled…too calloused to bleed. Formerly a desire to be a hope in a future creed. Abandoned dreams