Writers do what..

Word is… writers talk too much. Maybe it’s the fact that they aren’t afraid to beautifully compose some of the ugliest moments. Perhaps it’s the gift of expressing what is in such a way that others digest or choke on its truth.. or fiction Writers don’t talk too much. Others may feel exposed or maybe

Companionship

Dear God, May the companionship you bless me with have an unbreakable grounding in your love, our love, truth, honesty, loyalty, communication, sacrifice, and commitment. May it be strong enough to lock others out while allowing us to see every day the blessing of you in each one of us. May we complement the wholeness

Receptive

Dear God,  Only you know the internal unease The desires that keep me seeking your encounter  Aching for your shoulder in comfort and your balm for my pain  Prayerfully seeking your path on this day and this moment  Peace when my heart feel likes it’s being fileted  Longing for Reciprocity to overflow from a heart

Perplexing Dreams

Not sure how to make sense of the things I have seen Even if they were only in my dreams Scenes that left marks in my waking hours Didn’t know that sleep phase had such power The places I saw as I quietly slept Years later they reintroduced themselves Not sure how this could be Could

Love in the midst

Sloped cheek bones lead the way to ready lips as his eyes gaze into hers seeking Revelation of what is to come/ gazing back with curious brown eyes, her lips lock unable to express what she sees within his/ the eyes are the window to the soul but often unable to interpret what is looking