Mirror of the Heart

The heart reflects joy, pain, sorrow and love

echos softly within its walls – yet radiates light to the outside

messages of emotion are interpreted and translated in the “hub” and

dispatches its destination to the network

Inside Out

Love me slowly

 

see all of what makes me – me

 

every freckle, pimple, dimple and wrinkle on display

 

from the strength  of my spine that carries the hope of my family 

 

the fullness of my breasts to the curve of my hips and thighs

 

I was made to be loved from the inside out – nothing at all to hide

 

others were “fazed” with the “window dressing” and dreams of a “Good Wife”- not you

 

knowing the truth was below the surface you weren’t afraid to dig to discover the hidden

 

treasure – the real me, which only time reveals

 

I am not just a fleshy package for your pleasure

 

I am the receiver of life, your dream keeper, telescope for our future, intercessor for the day’s

 

journey, peace to your spirit and comfort when your soul needs a place to rest

 

few had a clue of what was wrapped in brown satin – but you found your diamond all because you

 

chose to love me from the inside out

Sands of Time

Days gone by like sand through my fingers

when it was good it was good

I often ask myself – what if we never met

but there were lessons to learn and I thank you for being an excellent teacher

how to survive without you – the greatest lesson mastered

to find the “one” who would be more of what I deserved and needed

mistakes cleansed by my tears – vision pure

I can give and receive freely because my hands aren’t chained by the past

memories buried in the sea of regret

Visible Politics

This piece was inspired based on the what’s happening in many urban cities (including mine):

 

While we sleep, you plan our demise

you smile through crooked lips because we are considered a “non-factor” – simple pieces on a monopoly board of tyranny

we remain unaware and under valued

the “playing field” has never been equal

you give us bogus opportunities – an advantage only for you

disorganization keeps us divided and vulnerable to attack – when will we learn ? !

the game played with skill and precision but too much time lapsed awaiting genuine leadership – “di-vision” becomes

 the downfall

our voices muted as we are slowly erased from the “community” picture

orphans in familiarity

we must take responsibility for “sleeping at the wheel” – become proactive instead of reactive

 

Naked Before You

This was inspired following a time of meditation and prayer:

 

I come to you stripped of all I am

bare – the only way you recognize me because you named me

I can’t hide anything from you – you know the number of hairs I have

here is where we are intimate

we speak in “our love language”

you whisper how much you love me and your plans for me

wash and present me “clean” to my adversaries

I am yours and you  gave your life for me – whom shall I fear?

never knew a love like this . . .

 

Related articles

• Bathtub Spirituality: Getting Naked Before God (bodytheologyblog.wordpress.com)

Between Mountains

Thought: Many enjoy the view from the mountain top but few enjoy the solitude of the valley

Merriam-Webster defines a valley as an elongated depression of the earth’s surface usually between

ranges of hills or mountains; a low point or condition.

Valleys are often viewed as a place of darkness, isolation and loss.  Have you ever considered valleys

as a place of rest?  One cannot climb continuously without resting the body or the muscles will become

fatigued.  A climber uses the valley to recharge the body with water, food, and rest before exhaustion sets

 in – one mistake could prove fatal. That place of rest is built between each peak to ensure this time is used to

replenish the energy spent during the ascension.

Our lives are summarized by peaks and valleys as well.  The valley experiences provide a time of reflection and

rest so we emerge stronger, clearer, and focused for the next climb.  While in the valley, we must not forget

the purpose this place serves; we should allow this tie to assess or current position and plan for the next.

Your attitude in the valley fuels your success for the next mountain.  Don’t allow your dreams to dies in the

valley . . .

 

                                                Dreams – Langston Hughes

                                            (published 2004 via Poem hunter.com)

 

 Hold fast to dreams

 For if dreams die

 Life is a broken-winged bird

 That cannot fly

 Hold fast to dreams

 For when dreams go

 Life is a barren field

 Frozen with snow

 

 

In A Vacant Lot

. . .  a family prays for a safe night’s sleep

. . . dreams of a permanent home are renewed

. . . a Father’s sobs are drowned by the sirens of police cars

. . . the untold stories are silenced by the cold wind of disappointment

. . . time gives way to the rebirth of hope

A Dream Deferred – Langston Hughes

This piece has become my favorite of Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred

Does it dry up

like a raisin in the sun?

or fester like a sore – - and then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

or crust and sugar over – - like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags like a heavy load

or does it explode

What happened to your dreams?

Dream Killers

Dreams are messages given by our subconscious to guide, inform and in some cases protect us.

Dreams can provide inspiration or escape when times are difficult or we become stagnant and need a “ray of hope”; they also contain encrypted pieces of our destiny.

We often share them with others for insight or clarity but not every dream is meant to be shared.

There are “assassins”  waiting to kill the progression these dreams represent.

What are dreams killers?

Dream killers are disguised as fear, doubt, procrastination, abandonment or anyone that can’t or won’t give support.

Many of us are from a lineage of “dream killers”- those that “existed” based on the influence of those whose dreams

were also slain. We learn what we live !

To live life on your terms it’s important to own, protect and allow your dreams to inspire you to fulfill your purpose.

Dreams are the window pane through which we see our destiny and though many have passed on without experiencing that freedom – it’s not too late for you.

Whew ! !

I’m back . . . I’ve missed you over the past couple of weeks.  I am moved in and  settling into my new home and neighborhood.  I plan to resume my blogging schedule within in the next week.

 

Thanks for your patience and understanding.