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Sometimes I feel as if have fallen through a tear in the fabric of life Sounds and colors are dimmed A sub existence in a shroud of gray Hemmed in on all sides Shrinking me. Silently I wait for the Light to penetrate And like a flower at dawn my heart opens. Love never fails.

There are fears lurking in the recesses of my soul darkening my light Fear of rejection, abandonment, failure. Time after time I pull them up to be incinerated by the fire of God’s love To make room for the Living Waters A river of peace There is no fear in love.

How long can you go through the motions until the heart catches up? How long can you put up a brave face until it cracks? How long can you hold back tears until the dam breaks? How long can you be silent until a scream erupts? How long does it take for a heart to break?

The surf gently laps the white sand The sound a soft melody The sailboats in the distance move lazily I am home The very air whispers: Remember me? Remember my touch and my fragrance? As my soul connects with the world around me I breathe in peace like nowhere else I belong.

Spring Oh that day That glorious day The birds were all atwitter and the flowers bloomed their best in pinks and purple, yellow and white and the trees blossomed their promise of plenty The children were laughing The people were smiling The wind caressed us tenderly on that day that the sun spread out her arms and embraced us with her warmth.  

I was six years old that Pentecost day My hair was curled My dress was new I saw pride in my mother’s eyes The aunts and uncles came with gifts and smiles It was the day of my first communion   The church was full with people seeking but I did not find God in there It was outside in a field of white that I met my Maker His gift to me; Identity on...

Once upon a lonely morning facedown in the grass I layed when I saw a tiny little flower hiding under the tall blades   I was amazed at it’s perfection so hidden, so unseen too insignificant to give color to the world of green   Tenderly I touched the purple petals and wonder filled my heart because that tiny speck of color had made my loneliness depart

Anger is the wall I hide behind when I am wounded Silence is the healing balm as I pull out the arrows one by one Solitude is my comfort.   The wall begins to crumble as I heal My heart is finding words when I regain my sense of worth Forgiveness is my peace

A rooster announces the new day and the birds exalt their Maker As I fill my soul with the fragrance of the dawn dormant memories awaken Of tulip fields and tree lined streets Of endless skies and meadowsweet Time not of the essence My youthful years are captured in the fragrant air Forever effervescent

I know no sweeter sound than the song of birds in the morning As they sing of endless, carefree days a door in my heart is opened and I am again a child in my father’s house free to step into the day with abandon As my soul joins the music, I soar and I hear my Father whisper “Consider the birds”