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 Feb 2014 Rebecca Sherer
shiloh
Palms unite, a huddled crowd
And thumbs convene, as lips

A language native to the hands
This meeting of the fingertips

One by one (like stars) aligned
A congress of the quietest kind

For eyes it will unfold, unwind
Unheard, and yet, the word, defined
The word for "meeting" in American Sign Language is one of the simplest, and yet prettiest, signs, to me.
 Feb 2014 Rebecca Sherer
Just GS
When everything in life goes wrong
I write and soon the pain is gone
It will return – when hurt’s your muse
You fall insane and sink, it’s true
Tempered mind assigned to yesteryear
Ventures blind - when tomorrow's feared
If I recite my dream last night
Record it for it’s never quite
The same although it reoccurs
Love-lost’s eyes alive in sight
Answers why, might all be right
Still I’m torn and so I fight
Spill my soul – in ink, my life
Just like the flower, you are a lotus
You keep me coming back forever making me not wanting to leave. And At the taste of one bite, I already want more. You give me life, at the same time hold me captive. I adore your creation, as I'm deteriorating from within. You make me feel that 1 may be a lonesome number, yet I'm better by myself. Testing the waters with something new, instead of wasting my time being infested by you. You took my heart and hold inside of a jar collecting them leaving many men with open scars. Keeping me inside of this prison where I can't break these bars. Baby, this isn't love.

Love is when you continue to finish my sentences. Accepting my wrongs instead being my critic. Love is when I am able to feel our souls combining at ever kiss we commit. Sealing the deal of trust, instead of holding me inside this solitary confinement. Love is when I'm afraid of losing you, like a lost child away from his mother. Love is when I can feel the connection as I lay deep inside your blue ocean sea. Love is when your palm rest on my chest and you feel my heartbeat being in-sync with your own. We become one, a metronome. Beating at every tic to every toc. Where is my love?

I know she is out there waiting as she stares at the empty side of her California king bed. There lies an empty space for me ready to occupy, but I have to somehow break out of this lie. Break out of this jail that I once called home. Take these chains that bind me feet and pray to Jesus to forgive me for my lust. The emptiness I have committed myself to through lust instead of love  I'm just a little white dove on the edge of a branch waiting to take that first flight in the world. I don't sing, because this caged bird is afraid to spread his wings. Afraid of not being able to find my sleeping Beauty in her tower, waiting for me. All I need is some guidance, and a little bit of hope.


I'm ready to break free, Jesus has talked to me, answered my prayers. I got down on my knees and begged Him for forgiveness. Asking Him to break these chains. And That's exactly what he did, and the next thing to happen to me was incredible. I no longer bit from the lotus that held me inside the lies I called love. I left that broken home where that infested ***** took me for her own, her slave.

Now I lay across from my sleeping beauty of restless nights. Cuddled and snuggled in between her thighs it's passion. She is the fruit of my looms. Our souls reached out for each other and the love began. And as I know rest my head on top of her breast, I heard a pulse. Yes, a pulse. 2 beats  combined into one, I then knew Jesus' work was done.

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