When the cold water pours out of the sky and drenches us, let me warm you. When life showers you with difficulty let me hold you. When the lightening flashes and the thunder roars let me comfort you. In a winter squall or a spring shower let me adore you body. Hold me close in the silver drops and let me be entwined with you. Let nothing stand between us as we join our souls in the cleansing down pours. Just let me love you in the rain.

Soulful music slowly drifts out of the speakers. The lights are dim as she drifts across the floor. Her blood red lipstick adds to the illusion. She wraps her shawl around her shoulders and pretends that is a man holding her that is not around. Her body hungers for companionship, but she wants to be faithful. The music catches hold of her as she spins around slowly and looks at the mirror. She lets her honey blonde hair flow over her shoulder. The deep rhythmic voice of the singer says what she is feeling, she has been alone too long. Her passion has been lit like the fuse of a cannon and she is ready to explode. She pulls on her best dress and slips into her heels. She knows that this is wrong but what is a girl to do. She says her passion is to strong to contain any longer as she heads out the door, she has been to long dancing alone to the blues.

I sit in my rocking chair and look out the window, I see the Seasons changing around me. My world has gotten smaller, now that age has taken hold. Once I could go where I would, now I am restricted. If it's too hot or if it's too cold, my joints seem to bother me and my energy quickly flows away. My grandchildren used to visit often, but now they seldom come. When they were younger I could see the world through their eyes as I would sit and listen to the stories for hours, but those happenings were in days gone by. So now I wait on people to come, strangers that I do not know. They talk to me kindly, but they are only paid to be here. Those whom I cherished, have lives of their own to live. I hold no animosity toward them, for I know that this is just how it is. I look out the window frequently, wondering when I will see death coming to call. So far he hasn't paid me a visit, but perhaps it won't be that long. As the world around me closes in, it becomes harder for me to get around. I'm left only to look at the things around my room and to listen for Quiet Sounds. It won't be long now I think, when that which I once feared will come and set me free. It is my belief and Hope that when the veil is pulled back, that there will be a new door for me to walk through. For the world is getting even tighter around me and it can't push me much further in. I long to see a quiet end, and for a brand new journey to begin.

Oh soulless moon how cruel is your light, casting shadows in the night. In the cruelest twist of fate I must stand under your watchful gaze, as I am haunted by my loves forgotten shade. It would be better that there were no lesser light, so cold and unforgiving are you. The utter darkness would be better, then I would be wrapped in forgetfulness. How cruel fate is, she wreaks vengeance upon me. The sun burns me and you oh lesser orb taunt me. In the sun at least I can see clearly, but in your white light, shadows chase me, each one a demon lurking for my soul. Oh how I would that death had taken me instead, it would be better for me to have died of grief than my beloved. Now she is at peace and I must live each night mocked by you oh silver watcher, reminding of my lost love.

a distinct feature
in my appearance
would be
the bags under my eyes;

i remember staying up
until my bones quiver
under the bewitching spells
of the moon’s forgotten raving sonatas,
enticing enough to cradle
an iota of dejected sentiments
from centuries and centuries ago.

i remember looking up
at the night sky
until my eyes flicker from dust to ashes,
burning the crevices of every wall i built,
graveyards broken down
to match the unmatched
bleakness of the ignominious sorrow
peeking out of the corner of your soles.

i remember laying down,
not once had silence became overbearing
that i could hear the faintest brush
of a weightless feather falling
from a tainted nest,
aching to meet its pernicious lover.

i remember closing my eyes,
shifting everything elsewhere;
still, i dread the feeling of compunction
emerging deep from
the landmines of mistakes
that i had claimed as my home
and my shelter.

but this, i could never forget:
i remember
being envious of you;
how you do not
lay awake at night,
wondering if things
could have been better.

Faith is my shield and his word is my sword. I have been through many battles but I will stand for the Lord. In the shadow of the cross I will gladly lay my life down. So that my God may receive the glory and I can win the Victor's Crown. No one said my journey would be easy but I cannot leave a single soul behind. The Son of God gave me the victory, he paid a terrible cost. So one until I am called to his kingdom, I will stand up for the cross.

You may not know my name. We may never formally meet. I may not preach to a million people on T.V. . That does not mean that I am not important. That does not mean that I do not have a part. Even the smallest seed can do great things. I may be a simple worker, marching on the pilgrim way. I may only offer smiles and prayers to those who I see that are in need. That does not diminish my importance, for in every life there is a plan. I may simply be set to watch and blow a trumpet only once, but in that single moment as a watchman I may give the call. Sometime even the smallest things or single moments can change it all. So when you think who am I to God, you must understand. You are his beloved creation and you have a part in his plan.