As I sit here,
rooted to the ground
like the trees that surround,
day fades to night
and the sky sheds its color.
I gaze longingly as lovers pass
on the dimly lit
charged on the energy
they generate together.
As I sit here
waiting for you,
I wonder if we will
ever be like that.
I wonder if you will ever feel
the current I feel
when you're around.
Your smile alone,
sends a spark through me
strong enough to knock me down.
I struggle to stay grounded
next to you.
As I sit here
I wonder when
it will be our turn
to love the fire inside.
To let it out
and show the world
how we burn for each other.
I will stay rooted here
for you to unearth
we've both been
Planted by the river of Living Waters,
I remain rooted and grounded in Christ;
He provides for my thirst, my hunger,
my Salvation and my everlasting Life.
With the foundation of Biblical Truth,
I’m rooted and grounded in the Holy Word;
the application of its principles gives
my heart hope with peace that’s assured.
When walking in holiness and rectitude,
I stay rooted and grounded in God’s love;
His Essence softly embraces me with grace,
as new mercies stream… from Heaven above.
Prov 12:3; 2 Sam 22:2-3, 47; Psa 1:3;
Rom 3:22; Lam 3:22-23
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
As the earth rotates,
I begin to notice a change in myself
The beginning of a new light
filled with companionship and warmth,
but also a contemporary form of solidarity
that I have never been able to feel.
With this, I am content.
The chains and anchors
can no longer restrain my heart
I am free with the gentle breeze
coasting over the indigo waters
alongside the gulls and dragonflies
I am soaring with open wings
feeling the wind beneath my feathers
And with a sigh of relief,
I whisper to myself-
I am going places
So steady. So stable.
Patience matched by none.
Especially not me.
Air and water -
births francium hearts.
Eyes of blue -
White picket fence -
of your smile.
At home among the trees.
The forests in your eyes.
Waxing gibbous perpetuating -
A tsunami of womanhood.
My darling obelisk.
A waltz of hearts
to guide me home.
As the night shifts, the glass prints
The universe retorts and restores
Connective strands pulls from dark
Exposed from the rumbled tosses
Mosses generate, diversified integration
Masses inaugurated in magical reality
Electrified from the syndical sorrows
Tarots of the forgiven, sad sung songs
The tree branches held strong as I slid
The town halls illuminated to capture
A magnificence of a nature umbilical
Enclosed in the warmth of the placenta
My centre cored on the base of the earth
A need to belong on grounded dense soil
Calm tornados and typhoons unheated
Treated in fountained grace of existence
Robins scurry, heads askew
listening to an underground frequency
smooth rasp of worm skin slipping
through subterranean mazes.
The ever-changing pond
mirrors varied green and clouds
mythical beasts reflect and rest
weary from endless migration.
Eagles ride the wind
fingered wings minutely adjusting
as the current rockets them aloft
on a thermal through the blue.
The heron balanced on a spine of rock
cares only if the tiny fish
silver under the surface skin
will soon belong to him.
Each in tune effortlessly
on earth, in air
never regretting being here
While earthbound creature, I
am reconciled to a grounded fate
as winter rain lashes the edges
of my ragged, useless wings.