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Wrapped Around My White Flag
painting by Clare Elsaesser You have my attention, I see love on the throne. Give you my affection, no it's not my own. Unspoken words entangled with songs in the night - like the books without pages our hearts can read. You have my devotion. Give you all oh my King, I lay down my emotions... undone, unseen. In that secret place, His secret place, as pure as it can be. . . I've tasted, the sweetest melodies brought to life by His breath. I've seen, a glimpse of His all-consuming radiance in every tear shed. Yes you are... found…
Where Do We Go From Here?
There. I was there, awkwardly swaying across the fated candle-lit dinner, naive in wonderment of how time and timing found me. I was there, singing fiery notes in doses of wonder while whispering sad songs of untitled romance I was there, running past the dazzling tree of yes towards the horizon that gave me a glimpse of a wonderful adventure I was there, hand-painting the first treasure chest to fill with wonder but the years started filling it with pearls I was there, fiercely sailing through the storm with the wonder of a child-like fa…
Will You meet me here again?
Can't go back to the beginning. . . Can't control what tomorrow may bring But I know here in the middle is a place where you promise to be - //"Here Again", Elevation Worship They say that the first step is always the hardest. But to me, it's the middle. Because once we make the first step, it's easy to be fueled by how far we've gone. What happens in between, then? When we're not really lost, but just in the middle of it all? After all, "Your Word is a lamp to my feet, and a light to my path." - …
Half Past Seasons
I am not the grand display of fireworks on New Year's eve. I am the string of lights, the centerpiece of a candlelit dinner, the stars scattered across the lifeless sky I am not the passion of February's kiss, I am the gentle whisper on your ear before dawn, the alluring hum of a precious lullaby I am not the waves that strike a wild adventure, I am golden sunshine etching summer on your skin, the infinite grains of sand holding the blue, the vast I am not the darkness of cold winter's good bye, I am the warmth of toda…
Day 112 : Black and White
Dried lips still curved into a smile and etched lines evident on the surface A vessel wrapped in porcelain skin, turned course and pale Silver stained hair, loosely flowing, refined from ebony A stance impaired by bones turned frail I don't mind, I won't mind These lines are drawn from spiraling thoughts Triggered by emotions streaming from a heart of gold Endless treasuries and tales from a fierce, passionate soul that warrants itself timeless, marked with love - that never grows old ----------------------…
Autumn Is
the music you hear in an empty room, that brings back the 50s, and you sitting by the window pane the crimson sky that bleeds in every sigh the smell of dried, over roasted beans that was the last of what used to be your daily favorite the dust on your window pane, the pile of mold and dirt on your car's wiper, the familiar tone of fading laughter, the steady pace of running forgetting every trace of summer stopping by a cafe that takes your breath away standing still, ready to open the door entering a room filled with l…
Morning Light
She wakes up to the kiss of morning light - rays of light bursting through the crystals on her window with warmth unwrapping her body from cold sheets. The bright glow on her face as she smiles for the first time, on this very day that her life is forever changed, mesmerizes the man whose eyes have been locked on every part of her that he sees. He gently brushes away the wisp of golden hair that covers her cheek, holds her hand and gives it a kiss. He lifts her hand to a view where their three silvers shine, as they both admire the rays of…
Pen&Paper 01 : Ripples
She slipped on her gold sandals and wore her favorite white maxi dress, adored how it gently brushed her skin as it flowed smoothly from her stomach to her feet. She walked towards the balcony with a bright smile. The sun’s warmth embraced her with comfort after long days of waiting that seemed like months. From where she stood she could clearly see from a distance the reflection of dancing trees in stillness of the lake which she admired. Her eyes were fixed on that beautiful picturesque – uninterrupted – until it dawned on her that crysta…
I'm a single mom who was once dead to depression but now alive in Christ. My mother named me "BEA PATRICIA", and I will spend the rest of my life living by what it means : "voyager, bringer of joy; noble", for the Lord says "I have called you by name, you are mine". It is my life's purpose to make Him known and my heart's desire to share to the world how His Wonder can be pursued in life's seasons, moments, and soulful spaces. || Walk in faith, walk in Wonder.
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