I had to stop counting the days
They were turning into hours that slipped away
In minutes of monumental ways
This love can move mountains
Why haven't you felt your earth shake
From the quakes of the pain it takes
To wake and wait
To greet each day

What is left to say?

That Its been to long
Since you've been gone
A book of poetry
A collection of songs
The choice to change
The force to move on
But never really getting along

Where are you?

Rhetorical questions of significance
Your smile
Your smell
Your touch
Your laugh
I miss it

Who can forgive us?

Our future children still weep on days
We give our love away
To sources that won't pave the way
For them to be made

How long will you wait?

Redemption hangs in the shadows of the courage we lack
To admit what we have is good
But what we need; we may never get back

See me

Seeded deeply

In rich soil

The wealth is knowledge of how to be loyal

This is the part of the movie where all the cards point to you losing me

This is the same moment the songs chorus plays

& I vow to love you always in all ways

This is when reality hits

That Tru love is a gift

Not one we acquire to exchange

The one we desire to forever remain

I have traced the lines drawn on your heart before me

Drawn so poorly

At first I thought poor me

Then I realized it was all in pencil

Faulty attempts to stencil

Not love but a sense of

These words are in ink

Place your hand over your heart & catch the beat

We're still in sync

Let your cup runneth over & flood the sink

We're on the brink

Soon the year will renew

Distance can't undermine My plan It's still connected to you

Each day when the moon breaks

& sends the sun to take its place

I close my open eyes & see your face

Every characteristic

Imperfect

Perfectly realistic

A reminder of the truth

That being made in his image requires loving from the roots... #trupoetry #trulove ❤️

I wonder if Mary knew when she kissed his cheek
That she was watching the son of God sleep
Makes me wonder...
How did you notice me?
Nothing special about a pair of tired eyes
The truth of  beauty wired with lies
This world makes it so easy to quit
Instead of sticking it out
we switch
Partners like whips
a new ride every 36
on the emotional rollercoaster
aren't you sick?
Motion sickness for all the hits
The heart isn't trained for combat
loving men don't fight in wars
but loving women were never taught that
No one knows what's right anymore
Being wrong is up for interpretation
Therefore, if nothing can be as real as it was before
isn't this all just our imagination?
Is yours running wild?
polluted with the normalcy of bearing the out of wedlock child
that line reads judgmental yet you judged me when you read it
is it possible the thinker is just as guilty as the one who said it?
the sinner & the saint live within the same risks
Yet one believes in himself the other in his gifts
The believer knows more than most
For he knows the truth is the truth for them both
There's been a lot of smoke
yet the dust never settles
Is love still love after we've all settled
for less than what we deserve
based on the absence of perfection that we've observed
flaws leave lines blurred
where destiny should have never been disturbed
how many times has your soul mate left you?
how many lifetimes before you can say they accept you?
I've seen love
Obscene love
I still dream love
about being in love
with a beam of love
all beings are loved
uniquely
discretely
you keep me

Two bare trees in a forest
Forage of leaves
That left us naked
Ashamed
Half Way Afraid
Your branches reached for mine
Like cold hands cover colder feet
On bitter winter nights
The moon scared you
& you still laid yourself across the night for me
Your back fragile and fidgety
Hard to sit still when you're a moving target
They hate the way you wait for me
They despise the way you wave to me
Every blow of the wind and opportunity to be closer
You ride the breeze so bravely
Not knowing which way it will blow
They don't see the beauty in you now
A marvelous story untold
I have never seen them yet I know the fragrance of your fruit is bold
In all your ripeness is your righteousness
This season is for the harvest
soon you shall reap all you have sown
When autumn comes be proud of just how much you've grown

I'm not afraid to be silent in this place
Although I have a lot to say
Plenty of Words
I know would be heard
Yet, They rest with you
I'm usually at my best with you
No radio, No TV
Just You & Me
We can talk for hours
Doesn't really ever seem like talking
More like checking in
& Catching up on many lifetimes with an old friend
I laugh so much with you
I smile so genuine near you
I have no fear in or around me
In this place I am free to be who I really am
In turn I have learned
That love is not something we can make ourselves feel
Just the same it's nearly impossible to stop feeling it
You respect the inhabitants of my heart
The only one you dislike is the one who broke it
I have grown to forgive in order to be forgiven
I found all the things I was missing
Not in anyone else but in myself, with God
When we are silent if you listen closely you can hear him smiling
All he wants from us is more than we think we have to give
In this one life we have to live
I'm forever committed to seeing my vision thru
Funny how things look much clearer
When I'm alone with You...

Eve: When will I arrive?
God: You were already at your destination the moment I took you from his side
Eve: That word taken, is there a lesson?
God: Yes, sometimes things must be created, taken, then presented for you to get the blessing
Eve: How will I know he loves me?
God: He will honor his Mother & put no man above me
Eve: If he begins to question, how will he know?
God: His faith will plant the seed & your love will make it grow
Eve: I'm afraid to make mistakes, what if my actions are forbidden?
God: He will love you with my love, it holds the greatest forgiveness
Eve: What if he has loved before me and that love is still in his heart?
God: Nothing can happen without my will playing a major part
Eve: So to have loved before me, he would have needed your permission?
God: Yes, he can receive nothing except what is given to him from me, it is written
Eve: Then why confuse him, what if they pretended to be me?
God: He will see good qualities in them all but none will resemble me
Eve: How can I reflect your image, when you are perfect and always right?
God: You cannot mirror me exact but your efforts will reflect my light
Eve: I have these flaws & things about myself that I don't get
God: I will provide comfort & clarity in your gift
Eve: What is my gift & will it help him know it's me?
God: He may not know at first, but he will surely notice me; he will hear my name in every word, in every book of your poetry
Eve: When he reads those words, will he know they are for him?
God: He will trust the way they make him feel, you are well established friends
Eve: Have I loved him before? This feels like another chance at life
God: You have loved each other many lifetimes but in this one you will be his wife
Eve: If we have lived & loved before why is this any different?
God: He is finally in search of what was always missing
Eve: Am I the puzzle's missing piece?
God: No my dear you are the puzzle, the missing piece is me
Eve: If a man is to lead how will I influence his direction?
God: You will be his greatest helper & the object of his affection
Eve: What does that mean in correlation to you?
God: When he is ready for a wife he will put me first in all he is called to do, that includes honoring you
Eve: What about school, work & finding himself?
God: Until he searches his heart &  loves me he will have trouble discovering anyone else
Eve: So what you're saying Lord is be steadfast in you, pray without ceasing & be confident in the truth? Focus less on being chosen & more on what I was sent to do? For part of my purpose is to be a great help, to a man who puts you first & has learned himself?
God: This time with you has been well spent my child my instructions I see you have received, the morning has come and gone so from now on I will refer to you as Eve.

I'm learning to play the harp.
To punish my fingers for making the sky crack it's knuckles.
Bending love like a tiny offering to the broken.
Sneaking in their ears & whispering hope.
Not while they're sleeping but wide awake eyes shut.
Sweet tears are made for baking. Patience is preheating & love is the icing I will cover you with.
This world did not make us.
So when the worlds fire approaches let us stand as the 3hebrew boys did.
If he allows it to touch us it is only to bake us beautiful.