The angles gathered
as the prayers rose
from the people praising
within the church.

He’s coming soon,
he’s like a never ending
breath, a wave rolling
over you taking you
back into his womb,
the devil has no room
in this holy place.

God never forgets,
it’s not his job to
always remind you,
it’s selfish of you
to think it’s all up
to him. He’s a foundation
of your faith not
a feared master forcing
you to kneel.

He’s more mightier than
a flooding river,
he’s faster than time
and space, he’s beyond
your emagination and
your girth is shorter
than his grace for nothing
can measure such power.

My Lord blessed me
with love and faith.

My reminder is that
I am a survivor.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon my faith grows
my strangth,
deeper and deeper
my roots dig deep
into the hollow.

I become that like
a tree, my seed is small
but my roots are strong.

The more I pray
the deeper I grow
deep into the hollow,
no devil will pull me
a stray.

My faith is strongly
rooted within the depths
of the hollow, I will
always pray.

My roots,
my roots,
dip deeply into
the hollow.
I kneel to pray.

Dear Lord,
thank you for my strength,
thank you for the blessing
of your ever growing spark.
Aman!

My roots grow deeply
into the barren landscape
every autumn my leafs
will fall, revealing my
trunk leaving you
a reminder I too am
a survivor.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon barren and fertile
places our love grows
in spring like woe.

Around the meadow and
the physalis, our garden
grows, like the weeds
and wildflowers our hearts
know, roots like to
grow where the waters flow.

Upon the setting sun
the flowers shun its
fading beams as they
wave goodnight to
the last bit of light.
Our petals close,
the shadows lengthen
bringing the day to
an end.

Fair well my shimmering
friend until the marrow
and we meat again
upon your sun soaked smile.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the breath of
the evening rose memories
of you and I.

I am here laying in bed
pondering on my memories
of you.

You helped me
to fight my fears,
to face the ghosts
that lurk in the closet
and under my childhood bed.

You were my hero,
best friend,
and councilor
but most importantly
you are my mom.

I will never forget
the times we had,
they are more precious than
the most expensive gemstone.

Your memory is priceless
worthy of evermore forget
me nots and a poem that
I thought would remind me
of the space I made just
for you in my poetic mind.

Such things are never forgotten
for your memory lives on
through the poems I have written.

Dear Mom, I miss you so much.

These are my tears
written in poetic format
in memory of my mom.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Dancing amongst the stars
my soul flew like a blooming
moon searching for you.

I got pulled into your
orbit, now I am like a
satellite flying around
your heart being pulled
by an invisible string.

Star cross lover
with lazer lips
and eyes only for me,
like the bluest sky’s
and you shine only for me.

I am your orbital lover
waiting for your reply,
the ship awaits, my dear.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Love helps growth, prosperity, and happiness. It’s a very powerful force.

Loving words are mightier than a sword. Use them wisely and you shall receive great rewards.

© 2019 By Amanda D Shelton