Like butterflies as they rest their wings
and prepare for another day
So will you take time off once in a while
to re-coop and breathe
When rainy days come and you had enough
do like the butterfly in the sky
Close up your wings and sit for a while
you'll fly again soon, when its over.
Its ok to rest during life's biggest storms
rain can damage many a wing
So wrap those weary arms around you
then close your eyes and pray

You'll fly again some day, you'll see !

A windswept soul cognitive only to the One who clips the stars of heaven
this I am
An enlightened being spiritually awakened by the interconnectedness of all living things
this I am
Dwelling in a place filled with heightened sense of presence, I am peaceful
as the Great I Am
Ablaze like an Olympian Flame I pass life's torch to you with internal conviction  
and this is my reveal, of who I truly am
  
I am a woman made of man a mystery onto thyself, I live, breathe and love
and therefore yes, ... I am !!!

Sepulchered inside a vaulted night so deep
the crow soars alone inside that ebon sky of yours
Center arched in space, heaven is filled with stars
an so your secret lies across orange-yellow meteors.
Encased inside a cold embrace,
                                  your imminent last sigh !

Irreversible as the hour, this cancer has taken a  leap
and the butterflies of summer, have all but gone away
Choral hymns of worship amazing Grace, ... foresight
how I long to keep you here, at least for one more day
within the cold embrace of death,
                                   your inevitable, goodbye !

A diamond in the rough that is what He was ,
he possessed a multifaceted radiant nature,  
but he also lacked refinement and polish.
When it came to speaking the truth,
he was a lance aiming straight for the enemy.  
In the face of sinful adversity and corruption,
He was as devouring, as the desert sun;
His heart !  
Now that  IS,   the True jewel of this world !
A KohiNoor diamond, with the rarest spark.
His soul was Divinely filled with spiritual essence,  
but his human psyche was at the very core
of all human suffering...
Soul, spirit or  Divine Force,
                                he was a man
you could not coerce, nor easily convert.  
Christ, Lord, Savior, Son of God,   Lamb of God, "Messiah,"

Yes its all Him just take your pick
As for me, He is the one who saves  
He is my Gujarat and my life force,  
the pacemaker of my beating heart.
  
Take Him away from me,
remove the sparkle of His living word
from my soul, and I'll be left forever
in the dark.
                                                                 Good Shepherd, Son of man,
He is a culminate of crucifixion and resurrection alike,  
He is the unlit flame that is waiting for you, to strike,

                              So light Him up like the rare jewel that He is,
                               Light Him Up! Light Him Up! Light Him Up !

By: Mystic Rose

My heart is a stained glass window, fragile as a Rose in May
refracting light from every angle, it holds life's leeway
Suffused with fragments of love,  I can be warm as night    
filled with a sense of awe, when you tilt me to the light,  
                                 I feel just right  
My heart is a stained glass window, fragile as a Rose in May !
Fragmented beauty encased in bursting beams of afterglow
if I follow only yesterdays, life can soon appear surreal  
Infused with an outside world that can often smite  
I choose to live inside my own reflective colors,  
                                           Always, in the light   !
Fragmented beauty encased in bursting beams of afterglow
My heart is a monument to all that I have lived and known
changing and bending with every curving path
it has been overused and "Inter-diffused" many times  
like this mosaic piece of art I call "stained glass window "  
                                I am a,   "Pièce de ré·sis·tance " ( a work of art)
My heart is a monument to all that I have lived and known
My heart is a stained glass window, fragile as a Rose in May
When I pray with it, it remembers to give thanks, in every way.

As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed like gentle rain amidst sun showers, she appears as if on cue

Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
a flight of fancy fanning fast, she's a fabulous marvel of beauty, true on true

"I exist in two places, here and where you are." says the butterfly to me "
"I am you and you are I and that is why. " (pause)... we are both free !

She soars to heaven as if she were an angel of grace with wings of lace  
and when I get there I will see that God and her have just changed place.  

She drinks in the moment as if no one is watching her and so do I
and from now on I will live like her, until the day I die ...

I'll land on each soft place I find and know that I am not alone,      
over by that sunny spot I'll sit and wait, until He finally calls me home.