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"The Lord appeared to us in the past, saying: 'I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving kindness.'"

These words,
recorded in faithfulness
t   h  o   u   s   a   n   d   s
of years ago,
reach a hand
through time to
strike a tuning fork
against my soul,
setting praise
ringing
inside me.
I tremble with
energy
which urges me
to shout, sing, dance, cry, compose, raise my hands in the air,
or simply fall to my knees
in awe of Him;
Saviour,
Father,
Lord-

the ever-present
c
a
n
d
l
e
on my darkest days-
the unfaltering needle
pointing me to
true north
when
a hundred different opinions
clamour for my ear-
the unending ocean
of grace
and forgiveness
in times when I seem to make
nothing
but wrong decisions-
the magnanimous provider
of exactly what I
need,
though I've done
nothing to deserve it.

The one and only
Lord,
who can name each
and every star,
is
somehow
also the one
who whispered "temple"
in the ear of
a hurting
and lonely girl
to remind her
that she is precious, beloved, irreplaceable, sacred, held dear, and never,
never* alone.
It is this
indescribable,
uncontainable,
amazing God
to whom I will be
grateful
for
e
         t
                 e
                         r
                                  n
                                            i
                                                    t
          ­                                                   y
for loving me
with an everlasting love,
and drawing me
with His loving kindness.

Amen.
Jeremiah 31:3
My heart
crackles
with an indecipherable
something
which gives it
shape,
yet seems to simultaneously,
parasitically
siphon
all
joy
and
will
from within it.

Maybe it's just
my heart
masquerading,
pretending substance
to cover up the overwhelming
nothing.

After all, nature abhors a vacuum.
This, too, shall pass.
“How are you feeling these days?” they asked. “Your heart is broken, isn’t it?”

Drowning. I feel like I’m drowning. I’m trying to catch a breath. I’m trying to live. But no matter how much I want to stay afloat, my body just keeps on sinking. No matter how much I want to live, my body just can’t seem to cooperate. I’m just waiting to be saved. Waiting for someone to rescue me from these waters. Waiting for something to hold on to.
Can’t you see I’m drowning too?
She walks among the trees
in the deep of night
as fireflies light a trail
and the moon shines his light.

She lets her heart wander
through the brush and pine
up and over the tree tops
always searching, looking for a sign.

It’s in the sounds of the night
a sweet melody she hears
one that holds her close
one that knows her fears.

There’s a caress to her cheek
a gift, upon a soft breeze
leaving her completely breathless
she drops down to her knees.

She walks among the trees
each and every night
waiting for his one touch
as the moon shines his light…
~*

© 2017 Brianna Love/SA/DBMA
The forest floor soft and glowing
sun-rays shining through the trees,
light orbs sparkling through the shadows
like fairies dancing on the breeze.

Sitting beneath the pine trees
where the ferns grow thick and green,
some growing sharp and tall like swords
others like wide green screens.

There’s a little stream running through
bubbling over rocks worn round and smooth,
getting lost within the music of the sounds
relaxing my soul, it caresses and soothes.

Lost in these tranquil moments
such precious times spent,
remembering, hoping and dreaming
surrounded by sweet and spicy forest scents.
~

© 2017 Brianna Love/SA/DBMA
Good ten minutes to four
I reached the temple door.

Take your offer for the God
the flower seller was eager
no haste, he smiled
his time for a rest
will soon be over.

I wondered
why I'm never contented
with what God has to offer
and as a rule
my bag of grievances is ever full.

In the faint light
I held his idol in my sight
listening in the quietude
to the temple pigeons.

With great peace
I bought two lotus at fifteen rupees
from the flower seller
dividing our happiness
into equal share.
I hadn't expected someone there
already before me.

Only lonely men come here
I heard him through my heavy breath
lonely with nothing and everything.

Down there was the sea rumbling faintly
with the froths painting themselves on the shore
like a sketch in a child's drawing book.

Height does amazing tricks, the man continued,
makes you feel invincible
stimulates you to be ****** into gravity
to fall as light as the feather.


The dusk was wrapping up the light
when I remembered having promised her
not to be late to descend.

There's a man up there, I told the gateman,
Nope, he said,
you were the only guest this evening.
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