Complete

Teaming with vice he shunned the light.
                                                                           After dark images blocked his sight.
Staying forever as shadows view.
                                                                           He starts to stray in loves sacred shrine.
Memories of love casting tall.
                                                                           Showing hearts stained and not true.
Complete me; his selfish cry.
                      
                                            Only complete love has ever been.

Reflections

 

Send me souls lost from Love.

In His name I will remind them.

If I shine it is only a mirrors glow.

For they see the Truth in its reflection.

It is them.

It is Love

 

Be Gentle

 

If she is angry; she is hurt.

If she is hurt; she is afraid.

If she is afraid; she is vulnerable.

If she is vulnerable; she is true.

If she is true; she is love.

If she is love; she is innocence.

-Be gentle-

1000 Years

Wait for her,

Make every step count,

Wait every moment,

Even while it washes away

Make every second splendor,

Even in a lost maze of silence.

Talk not, act not, pray not

Speak only words

Of a man convicted in his passion

for truth

In his moment of 1000 years

 

For hers is not yours, it is ours

Moment at Hand

Trouble me not with your selfish woes

                                                                                             Listen only for the desperate needs of

A moment past

                                                                                              When love was absent and

Innocence lost.

                                                                                              Hear not your own sorrow

For your sorrow knows not

                                                                                              Lost and abandon and forsaken cries

Your true moment is at hand

              not from your need but

when comes the call of a voice barely heard;

    `           
                                                                                   her’s.

The Call

I found a lark

A broken wing had fallen her

I gently spoke and she heard

The resonating familiar tone; a healer

She summoned me.

Her wing was my call

Broken for the healer’s touch

“If I break” she knew

“He will fetch me”.

To draw a healer

                                                   

                                               She writes with a broken pen.

Hardest to Forget

She asks for pleasure when 
                                                                          Hands are tied.
She sees the simple reason and finds that
                                                                          she is constricted.
She seems out of place, 
                                                                          A manner that suits her well.
She will wait at the door, 
                                                                          despite being closed.
Her mental loss is
                                                                          Our spiritual gain.
She feels herself in a spin for all to see,
                                                                          when she's invisible.
She is hard to love;
                                                                          Harder to lose.
                                                         
                                                Hardest to forget.

Afraid to be Loved

 

Soft were his words; I love you,

an innocent prayer.
Raw and wounded, her cut was quick.
Heaven’s breath had found the hard wall of rage and echoed in the shadows of its cast.
Her fist raised… with a whimper;
not hard enough, nor compelling, nor convincing.
She felt not the breath of love, nor its radiant light, nor felt its embrace or eternal peace; only pending doom.
Safe alone in her womb, never to lose; never to love; trouble her not.

Love great; hurt greater, her false promise was her captor...

Unless love is true; asks for nothing; seeks nothing; gives infinitely;

Echoes unheard.

Love's Promise

Love offers a refuge for the vulnerable.

Love is peace and calm.

Love is trustworthy and Love fails not for those that give Her their trust.

Love is quiet in Her moment, yet Her resolve knows no whisper.

Love’s loyalty is unwavering.

Love is abundant and infinite and everywhere and in every life.

Love’s face and soul can be touched by those who can, with childlike innocence, reach out and know, with absolute certainty, She is at hand.

Love is forgiveness. Her grace is offered without contrition.

Love is light. With ease, She illuminates the dark and shines with silent intensity. Her light soothes and comforts and is the essence of joy.

Love heals all wounds. She is not bound by time.

Love is of nature. She is sought by all, above all, those who know not her name.

Love is the answer. No questions are created by Her. Her wisdom is found where thoughts end.

Love is never ending.

The more Love is sought, the more She is revealed.

Love is innocent. She knows not of the trappings of ego; only Love.

Loves greatest moment is when She is shared with all, in Her name, without doubt or expectation.

Love never fails. Her victory is ours.

Love embraces those who seek Her and longs for those who do not.

To love oneself, is to love others solely in Her name.

Her gift is humility.

Her battles are won with swords unsheathed.

Love Is

 

 

 

Love never sleeps.

Love never fears and never hurries.

Love hears every whisper and sees even in the darkest corner.

Love never asks for me and only answers for you.

Love is innocent.

Love is vulnerable.

Love is bold.

Love offers peace in the torrent of life and hope when all is lost.

Love is eternal.

Love has no bounds.

Love is abundant and everywhere.

Love is a gift... so are you.

I love you.