You opened the window 

to my soul;

sun streaming through.

Flawless radiance

and unbroken truth.

Warming my face, lifting my eyes.

Shadows will always come and go,

but in brief moments passing by

I still see the light.

I’ll bask in the moments;

these moments of life.

You held my hand,
As we strolled the shore.
Leaving footprints behind,
And dreaming afore.

Your smile - the sun.
Your laughter - the sky.
Your song carried my heart.
Words a lullaby. 

Told me stories;
Of salt and of sea.
We built castles of sand;
Kingdoms of dreams.

Beyond the shore,
You bravely led me.
To the careless waters.
To the roughest sea.

And with keen eye,
You watched ebbs and flows.
Showed me how to stand firm,
And when to let go.

When ripples swelled.
Fear against me laved.
Yet, you held me so close,
And we rode each wave:

You taught me how to love
And how to be loved.

You taught me how to fail
And how to succeed.

You taught me how to trust
And how to trust again.

You taught me when to persevere
And when to surrender.


And on these sands,
Where we laughed and played
Where you taught me to be strong.
Take a risk, be brave.

Now, I hold their hands,
And we stroll this shore.
Leaving footprints behind,
And dreaming afore.

Calendars don’t darken details.

Clocks don’t swallow shame.

Midnight won’t erase memories.

Noon won’t save a name.

The past cannot hide affliction.

Future can’t heal pain.

Youth won’t bring about exodus.

Aging doesn’t break chains.

Time continues ‘round.

The sun and moon change.

Days continue forward,

but the Timekeeper remains the same.

Sorrow lies with darkness.

Disgrace leaves a stain.

Grief paves its own path,

but His love always makes a way.

Outside my window,

I see

details in the sky

that tell stories of

unspoken sadness,

childhood pain,

the hand of abuse,

injustice and shame.

Outside my window,

I watch

the sun gather

every single tear.

Storing each one

in the clouds above

until they burst with grief

on the earth below.

 

Outside my window,

I hear

the cries

of ten thousand people.

Voices once silenced.

Their stories

raining in my front yard

outside my window.

Lies

Bribes

Social posts

Pictures

Mirrors

Status quo

New Hair

Name Brands

Makeup on

Slender

Tougher

Fit Girl Strong

Organic

Natural

Raw Egg Smoothie

Single

Married

Love’s a Doozy

Working

Schooling

Late Night Dining

Tanning

Shopping

Weekend Wining

 

Spit up

Clean up

Baby’s Whining

Get up

Fed up

TV Dining

Bills

Chores

Sleep’s a doozy

Homework

Field trips

Playdough smoothie?

Got a cold

Feeling old

Second cup of coffee strong

Shower mold

Still on hold

Still got no makeup on

Toys

Noise

Status quo?

Timeout

Lights out

Check my #mompost

Huddled by your bedside

terror flooded

the brilliance in your eyes.

Hatred

shouted outside your door.

Division shattered your world.

 

Questions you dared not ask.

Sweet sounding songs

of childhood gone so fast.

Your hands

reaching for crippled love

as it walked into your past.

 

Heavy tears stormed your view.

Sorrow fading

your eyes of sapphire blue.

Washed-out

shade of a grayish hue.

Your childish vision askew.

 

Under a carbon sky,

you lay in wait.

Grief waged war with your mind.

And loss

replayed in torturous chime.

Your consciousness marking time.

 

Then a voice called your name.

“Rise up my son.

Sleeping heart awaken!

Come forth

into triumphant light,

and see I have won your fight.”

 

From shadows of slumber,

where life ran dry

you saw a faint glimmer;

a hope.

To new arms open wide,

you stepped out with seasoned eyes.

A vision planted.

In stillness, a promise given.

Two hearts cultivated, seeded,

and grown in preparation.

 

A thousand prayers

they cried out over the land.

The ground saturated with tears,

permeating seed sown with their hand.

 

A thousand times,

they labored over the field.

Working faithfully, tending joyfully;

waiting patiently for crop to yield.

 

A thousand moments

of trial and testing,

of drought and desert,

of fire and refining.

 

Then, ten fold

their blessing came.

Righteousness looked down from the sky!

Faithfulness sprang up from the ground!

 

The fields were white with harvest,

and the gathering began!

 

A vision planted!

A harvest given!

A promise never forgotten!

Quiet conversations

with solitary place settings.

Anxious laughs

during imaginary feasts.

Fractured smiles

sipping empty glasses.

Lonely tears

drenching scarlet cheeks.

 

Fancy conversations

with gossiping lips.

Coarse laughs

polluting steady breaths.

Suspicious smiles

contorting simple truths.

Arbitrary hands

pinning her Scarlet D.