Husband

Husband

Heartslove

no priest to speak the words

Only your heart & mine

Pledging surety & fidelity

No gilded rings

But my heart is surely bound to yours;

 a circle much purer than gold

Summer’s breeze our choir

Moonlight

The incense of desire

To thee I pledge my troth

Sweet communion, the wine of your kiss

It were always you I sought

Only you

Always you

Happy Birthday Sweetheart.  

Always, All Ways

K

Communion

Early morning communion

The bread & wine of pre-dawn silence

Coffee table altar

Being

Still

Crying out

Loss

Fear

Longing

Finding you there;

Waiting

Still.

Your Caress 

gently dries

Mourning dew

Whispering

Hope

Believe

Murmuring

 Hold fast

Birdsong at the window

Sunrise paints the sky

It is well, it is well

Callouses

Bruised & calloused,

Aching knees

I am a poor supplicant

My eyes dimmed & blurred

My voice raw & choked

My battered heart

Bleeding

In my hands

Offered to You

With one plea

Storm clouds gather

Lightning flashes, thunder roars

All of heaven weeps with me

I have sung in the storm

My voice drowned out by wind

Stumbling blind,

face down in the mud

Silence the whispers, the lies

Restore the sun

Replace dirges with psalms

Cover this broken, naked soul again

I am falling, plummeting

Hurtling terrified to earth

Limbs flailing, helpless

Waking with a start

Secure in Your embrace

My feet again find

Solid ground,

 Rock beneath my feet

A Tribute

Today marks the birthday of a very special person in my life.  We have been friends for as long as either of us can remember.  Since we both claim to be in our 20s I will not confess just how many years it actually is.  We were childhood playmates, we survived the traumas of high school together, shared the joys & trials of motherhood, the heartbreak of marriages ending.  We have celebrated life, and carried each other through life's trials.  To celebrate the unique & rare bond we share I wanted to do something special for her.  A simple wrapped gift was somehow not quite enough.
This was that gift.

How do you sum up a kinship?

A friendship?

A lifetime?

For some things there are no words,

even for a poor Wordsmith like me.

And yet, nonetheless

Something......something

 flows between

you & I

One heart to another;

Together we have laughed, wept

From Kool-Aid to coffee

Toasted triumphs, mourned losses

An unbreachable circle of two

Lovers, husbands, children, friends

However alone I ever felt

I knew there was You

I was not so alone anymore

No need for explanations, for back story

One glance, we know the other's heart.

We have not always agreed, approved or understood

But always, always loved, defended, supported

Beloved Friend

Heart Sister

My life has been overwhelmed with grace & gifts

chief most your unwavering love

Have a happy and truly blessed birthday, my beloved friend, and a year worthy of you.  Thank you for being a part of my life. 

 

Not Forgotten

Invisible again

Forgotten, ignored

Silence overwhelms in the noise

And then

And then

Just a whisper, your voice

Piercing this din

Reminding me

Reminding me-

Not forgotten

Not abandoned

Set apart for your design

I remember

You never forget

A promise

I used to joke about being the invisible woman.  Trouble was it wasn't really a joke.  I often felt invisible.  I tend to be introspective, introverted and quite happy alone.  But when I was hurting every fiber of me screamed to be noticed, to be heard, and I felt even MORE invisible.  Eventually I found myself again, began to find my place, to embrace who I am, and to see that I can reach people others can't because I am unassuming.  There are days though this cloak of invisibility is a burden, when loneliness overwhelms.

This is how I was feeling on Sunday morning.  And it hurt.   

I sat down & found my pen & notebook & scratched out the first two lines, letting self pity hold sway.   The music began, and I stood to sing, to lose myself.   It was a struggle at first.  And then the music team began to play Downhere's song "Holy".  I am fond of this whole album (The Altar of Love) and had been thinking I needed to put it back in my car.  As we sang the lonely prophets of the Old Testament came to mind & then reminders of the great promises I have been given, and the ones I have seen come to pass.  The loneliness left me, I no longer felt forgotten & invisible.  The music ended, and again I found my notebook & pen.  

Perhaps this makes little sense.  Perhaps you have never felt this way.  And perhaps you need to remember He does hear, He does answer, and He does keep His promises.

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