God made me my mothers daughter
And I hold her fear in my heart.
But I hold her love, too.

And her fear I handle with honest, shaking hands
– cautiously and gently…

But with her love -
I let it roar like wildfire.

I am too tired to hide,
From you anymore.

This is who I am.

I don’t want to escape from this feeling
And yet,
I cannot bear
To withstand it, either…

Character does not descend from the sky like dew
It grows from the depths
And fights to move upwards.

Upwards, upwards, upwards,
I go.

How grateful I am
To capture time and sensation
In words and meaning…

Delight & despair
wrapped in a message

To share with it’s rightful recipient.

Divinely delivered
Through the hands of God,
So you can know–

You are not alone.
And that one day,
Everything will be okay.

dwelling on a cloud of airy pleasance
gazing below, upon what once was

tempted, I am, reaching down for sensation
Meaning and feeling

the pain i once knew,
heavy and true

When out of the blue,

grace from above
captures my hand

in warm and golden hues

a stable,
easeful
and peaceful feeling

subtle, as it is.

it satisfies my longing
for sensation and truth

With ease, mother grace
places my once-eager hand
upon my own heart

and i soften in  peace
Knowing, i am not alone,
Dwelling on a cloud of pleasance
gazing up at the sky.

I have fallen so many times,
And descended so low,
That the only way to go,
Is up…