secret flowers hidden in my chest
ever day I wake up to do my best
the prayers of yesterday still linger
on my distracted, rolling fingers
a sacral image tattooed with Grace  
etched upon my heart, Christs face
no denomination here, just love
properly suiting me like a glove;
Sanctity cannot be seen but can be felt,  
a deliquesce thing that comforts, melts.

A sliver of light appears in the distance
calling me like a songbird in the morn
a silent beam dotted without askance
it was long ago that my Lord was born
every room is silent here, except mine    
soaring on tinseled dreams of yesterday  
the others sleep, while I keep vigilant time    
I want to be prepared for Christmas Day
A slip of truth slides inside my heart
I am content to be right where I am
waiting for a new day aside my counterparts
living out the season best that I can
Merry Christmas Jesus, I whisper softly,
and to the whispering wind, I have Faith in thee

Tremble at this door child but do not come in yelled the Quent  
she an ogress at the end of her wits wearing muslin and flint  
was only looking for a King who could love her as she was  
When the angry boombox voice gave her quivering she went  
away, hunching her shoulders she glided away her ogre scent

A little latch opened a flash of blue  a slant of eye then he re spoke
"do you clean Kingdoms and can you cook, for a jaunty bloke?"
"oh for the love of God" she cried, I got teacups bigger than this place  
yes  I can wipe your palace, dust your crocket, just don't look at my face
and so he let her into the Kingdom of JUA, and so began their chase

A little fairy magic in the soup was all he needed as he ate in one gulp  
contented as a Mishka, he cried out,  " my your skin is soft as pulp! "
From an Ogress to a Tigress, down she went like a pile of  timber
while he headlong without haste planted a kiss so soft and limber  
that it opened her heart, henceforth they lived happily ever after .  

The End.
December 24, 2020

My heart is made of lace held fast by Holy fabric strings  
its red like a  pomegranate warm like my Father's love
my heart is open like a rose in summer when it sings  
and when I meet a stranger,... it chances it thereof

My heart is volatile like a bird  through an open door
it beats to pulsed emotions living deep inside my chest  
finding favor with my soul loving me with sweet adore,  
it pumps blood inside my chambers, never taking rest  

This heart of mine is made of love and Holiest of things
I spend my time giving true support to those in need
if I were Angel my heart would own two feathered wing
but Angel I am not, though I love to plant the seed,

Its only God that can turn a heart into Holy fabric strings
Its only God that can turn a heart into a heart that sings.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9FU7Q-BthE

Have you seen the light of Him that shines brighter then the  
Aludra star of heaven's lair, and have you seen the rays that
Veer towards you when you pray, my brother have you
Ever known more peace then when you bow your head in prayer

Yoked to your heart He is your everlasting soulmate and your friend  
On the wings of faith you can soar towards Him night and day  
Unearth your fears and find the comfort that you need  

Sacred Father, Abba, Patriarch and Archer of all that is good in you  
Every action of yours is guided by His Holy subservient angels
Experience Him in your journey of love and know that you are  
Noteworthy of His protection.  Sister of life on earth plant  a seed

The creator will water it and make it grow like a rose in the dessert
Hide it from the enemy let it prosper in His vineyard. You the  
Elect who is never left in the dark, is a child of the Beloved,

Love with all your heart as he has loved you, built an alter and  
Invite Him to your table dear friend, He is the candle that burns bright
Goodness and peace will follow you if you make  
Him your  confessor and your constant companion .
Trust in Him who created you to His image, know you are loved.

Visions of belonging held fast inside my heart
I want to be accepted for who I am my Lord
but all they see is a he she, and a shifty ****  
even in the days of old, only men wore swords
time has changed but not re-arranged their ways
yesterday appearing same, a cornucopia of straight
today we have the trans, lesbians, gays
and those serving up, fear and utter hate
I love the feel of lingerie God, so why can't I ?
my heart is red like theirs, it pumps, it hurts
I shed so many tears I've forgotten how to cry  
can you love me just like this, without revert?
Sitting on this pew I've come to realize all I do is flee
and although your son was crucified at thirty three  
I'm still here Father, .. you made me like I am  
my heart is red like theirs, I suffer when I can't be me.

A sprinkling of fairy dust early in the morning
an airy dawn arrives on the wings of an angel
music of nature flutes by with all its first bring  
I own daylight quills and Longfellow's archangel
While the rose sleeps beneath the moist earth
safely beneath the snow  waiting for rebirth
guardians of the galaxy are closing in on stars
I don't hear a sound not even the tooting of cars
Outside the breeze is slipping through the trees
as quietly as the memes of God's silent smiles
I own hopes so big they bring me to my knees
and a belief that will help me through the miles
Dance while you still can He says to my heart,  
as I hear the sound of music, ... I do my part.