Stripped
It’s in the moments When our senses are deprived We finally figure out Just who we are inside Stripped of flesh Pretense and perception As small as we are large Freed from perfection Simply alive As we were always Meant to be
It’s in the moments When our senses are deprived We finally figure out Just who we are inside Stripped of flesh Pretense and perception As small as we are large Freed from perfection Simply alive As we were always Meant to be
In a world of poison ivy Be the hope Be the cure Beautiful, strong, and resilient Able to endure
No one likes An empty flower box Because without the flowers It’s just a box Sad and lonely In need of friends Flowery ones From end to end To make it happy To help it be A merrier version Of the box once seen As flowerless Now a colorful scene
Flowers are blooming Sun is shining Trees are budding So, let’s stop whining And get to counting The endless blessings Waiting patiently For us to find
A feather fell from heaven To wipe away my tears To ease anxiety To brush away my fears. I held it in my hands I dipped the quill in ink I watched as words appeared Before I could even think. My thoughts, or yours? A mixture of the two Left the feather pen Through me,… Read More A Feather Fell from Heaven
Day turns to night As night turns to day As it’s always been As it’ll always stay We take a breath in We breathe it out We hold onto hope We’re shackled by doubt Still, the sun will set Still, the sun will rise Still, a new day dawns As we open our eyes