In the old days
castles were built from sturdy solid rock
with arrow loops for arrow protection  
and curvilinear structures irregular to the eye.  
They were built with survival in mind
appearing uniform grey from a distance
but up close like a monument of  
mosaic  humble rocks.
Castles were built to outlast civilization
As protectors of ancient people they were a safe shelter,
crowning the landscape with their touch of old charm.  
Castles only crumbled when it was their time...

                  the heart of humankind is built like a fortress
                  it is a military historian that never lets it guard down

SERVING AND PROTECTING WITHOUT COUNTING THE COST
            
    
So, are we castles or are we crumbling rocks ?

Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2024

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The scent of night perfumes my pillow here tonight
Alongside jasmine dreams that will never go away
a traceless dusk awaits me by tomorrow's infant light
as I dream beneath the ombre of a lost forgotten day
Silently I revel by the flowered gates of paradise
jarring open with my fingers parting veils of time
a harp of gold is being plucked right before my eyes
as I float towards its cadence I feel quite sublime ...
Ephemeral presences with the feel and touch of home
everything is moving smoothly as I begin to fly
oh blessed day I have arrived here I stand alone
my bare soul with nothing to hide
here inside this fragrance kingdom an aromatic bliss
permeating right through heaven, just like a gentle kiss.

Lori Jones McCaffery 2d

Every morning I kneel and pray
For the needs of other people.
But nobody prays for me.
Fourteen ways my body fails
And my mind is failing too.
Yet nobody prays for me.
My needs are on the bottom shelf
I carefully set it up that way.
So nobody prays for me.
I thought I was invincible
But my needs outweigh my strength.
Won’t somebody somewhere pray for me.

The Response:  By Mystic Rose

I see you on that bottom shelf
and wonder what made you think
that you belonged there, my child.
I watched you carry them all on your shoulders
those Columbuses of a war torn world *  
Yes you pray for them, but who prays for you ?
Know that I am the one who by the touch  
of my hand, can make you whole again.
As I brush your soul against mine,  
I set you higher than the Angels of heaven.   
I am that silent prayer in your heart
that invisible shield that protects you  
Just think of me  
and I'll be there beside you.   
"Bottom Shelf" ? no not there, go ahead take my hand,
I will pull you up close and personal, " Top Shelf"
that is where you belong.

If I am breath then why do I fear
the nature of my birth
If I am love then why do I wait
to spread it gently
on  those who need it most
and look just like me...
If I am light then why do the stars  
explode in the sky ? .
Why, why, why,  
do I need the moon to light my path?  
If I am God's child then how
can I make a difference?
Look around you brother, sister,
don't you see that you are just like me ?
You are breath, you are love,
you are a special child and you were born
to make a difference in this transient world.
Don't hide your light dear soul, go ahead and
be the brave warrior that I know you are
and remember, you are breath, and you are
Love...

“Looking back, I’m ashamed of what I was
I’m different now, though not without flaws
Each crest becomes a trough, as we move on
God slowly steers soul towards a new dawn”

I was a dusty carpet always ignoring abuse, it was being piled
never differentiating between a real friend and an opportunist
I always made sure I gave others more then I gave myself,
my heart was always a blood bath and my soul hurt like hell
At the age of thirty six I began my journey with a therapist  
who found the little girl in me and helped her rise again  
Locked inside a suitcase at six, the world to me was closed  
I started living again, this time I became my own best friend
I learned to say no when I meant no and yes when I meant yes  
there were adjustments along the way, with family and friends
but sooner or later they came to realize I had seen a new dawn
and I wasn't going to be used as a runner for their ***** feet
God slowly steered my heart towards a wholesome love of self,  
after freeing my soul I embraced the fire and began living again.

Copyright © Mystic  Rose |2024

One moment in your eyes
and suddenly I find tranquility,      
again...
In a flash the memory returns
of who we used to be.
One threescore year and ten
each second is relived.  
In a single flash of smile,  
the world is ours again.
One moment you are in my presence,  
and the next we part like a last Amen!

It is your heart that keeps me young,
time and time again
time and time again
time and time again !