More than a thought

I was feeling out of sorts the other day and true to my quirks I wrote "dreams". That would have been the end of it had I not seen the story of a 14 year old who took his life. I caught myself wishing I had met Jamey before he gave in to the voices of hate that clawed their way in. Hopelessness is a terrible thing, it can consume thoughts as quickly as the humming birds' wings flutter. It is so important that we weigh our words and supersede our actions with thought and it is even more important for us to teach that to our children....in honor of a life gone too soon, I am re posting "wingless angel" along with the poem "dreams". May we learn and grow daily.

Dreams

I used to dream
As vast as the blue of sky
As bright as the stars on high
I used to dream...

Wishing though I could not see

Hoping it was meant to be
For a greater woman be
Me a stronger self in she

I’d hold my breath
And take it in
The air that burned so deep within
I used to dream

In darkness of the night so still

Beyond my cries
Beyond my ills
I prayed so many times before
Praying till I prayed no more

I used to hold out for the when

And hold out still again and again
I used to dream

But now the night knows not that spark

That flickered in my childish heart
What started with a thought so meek
No longer for sweet dreams I seek

I used to dream
I used to dream…

Deo Volente

September 25, 2011

Wingless Angel

Rise up wingless Angel

forget your worries and your fears
The time has come to close the book
and wipe away those tears

Rise up wingless Angel

it’s the day for us to part
All the memories, precious moments
Safely wrapped up in my heart

Rise up wingless Angel

set your sights for yonder shore
Though you’re hurting, not deserting
Love you still and evermore

Rise up wingless Angel

head toward the greatest blue
You’ve accomplished everything
that you were put on Earth to do

Rise up wingless Angel

start your journey to the light
Take your place among the stars
so we can visit you at night

Rise up wingless Angel

must ascend now, don’t you cry
You’ve written your great story
now it’s time to say goodbye

Rise up wingless Angel

To that place up in the sky
Take those wings…
you’ve surely earned them,
now it’s time, sweet Angel fly.

Deo Volente

November 9, 2007

Fear

I made a trip not long ago
My heart a beating drum
I faced the faces that were there
to do what should be done

Fear poked me, shook me, shouting so…

you foolish woman see!
and shaken though I might have been
God’s glory was to be…

He took me gently by the hand

and said; It’s time to fight!
Then just as fierce as fear had been…
it cowardly took flight.

Deo Volente

September 9, 2011

http://deosview.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-god-be-glory.html