Pheonix

Out of a burning desire to be one with You,
I rise to majesty,
and at my best,
I set my wings ablaze
to shed my mortal shackles,
My burning carcas;
like a flame thrown across the sky
falls back towards the earth,
Turned to ash;
Scattered, freed,  elevated,
Iam ecststic,
and no sooner dead, that I am born again
Out of the very ashes
of my mortal self.
More majestic, more in Love.
Though i remain oblivious,
Your entire creation is awed
at the spectacle of this magnificent proclamation,
of my love for You.

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Benediction

Give me your heart,

your soul,

your flesh & bone,

Give me,

Give me your sorrows,

your wails, the pains you

carry, give me your burden,

Let me carry you across,

Here, lean on my shoulder,

or cry if you please,

bring me all your suffering,

bring me your tears,

and your dreams that broke,

bring me stories of the love you lost

bring me your heartache, bring

me despair, bring me your darkest fear,

bring me your shame, bring me your

loss, bring me all that burdens your heart,

bring me all that wears down your youth,

and poisons your sweet old age,

bring me bitterness, bring me your anger,

your cries that you cried not out loud,

when you bring me all of this,

my dear,

here, I give you a canvass new,

a shinny day,

paint your picture & paint it well.

I give you life,

now live it well!

Anatomy of choice

The life we choose to live is the result of the choices we make. Our path is determined not by singular decisions but rather by our reaction to what comes our way.

I have been searching for questions far longer than I have been for answers. Inquisition has been the theme of my life. We do the things we do, unaware, till we realize what we are doing and certain patterns began to emerge – our characters are formed. Good or bad, we spend the rest of our lives thinking along those patterns, defending our choices which initially were not the result of profound thought rather an accident.