Oddity in a thought
Here.
The coolness of a breath across the mind. Oh how the day can fall into sliced bits of joy. Then there are moments of echoed stillness. The quake of vivid memories that just keep rolling even into the next few days.
And how I just want someone to hear me, what sings inside my spirit. The soul that dances to a soft whispers. Lightly the vibrations calm a core within. All that crashes beside me, the need of warmth finds me unveiling this beauty.
Surely the radiance is something more than what is seen. Oh how I hold onto the breeze. Wanting to say so much to you and yet there is nothing that falls from my lips. These are the times I am living in. The here. The hope. The dreams. The goals.
And as I make plans, address objections and revisit lessons taught I find myself more and more motivate to be corrected. All areas of how life is currently cradling me.
So the possibilities of guidance and questions asked are hopeful and quite necessary to go forward. Just that the prospective of being able to wave my arms at millions if not billions of brothers and sisters. That is the goal for now. As is the constant reawakening of a rusted bridge.
Funny how that makes little sense but still can mean so much.
My sighs are welcome but they no longer lapse into stress or concern. They are the release of prayer within my spirit. Everything unloaded and thoroughly spoken. Even my dreams of talking to so many people.
Truth in being here.
And as I write I hope even more so just one breath is beyond, singing inside another. I can only hope for someone who knows me well. Yet I am waiting. Moving at the pace I need to be and leaning upon God as I should.
So here, here I am.
The coolness of a breath across the mind. Oh how the day can fall into sliced bits of joy. Then there are moments of echoed stillness. The quake of vivid memories that just keep rolling even into the next few days.
And how I just want someone to hear me, what sings inside my spirit. The soul that dances to a soft whispers. Lightly the vibrations calm a core within. All that crashes beside me, the need of warmth finds me unveiling this beauty.
Surely the radiance is something more than what is seen. Oh how I hold onto the breeze. Wanting to say so much to you and yet there is nothing that falls from my lips. These are the times I am living in. The here. The hope. The dreams. The goals.
And as I make plans, address objections and revisit lessons taught I find myself more and more motivate to be corrected. All areas of how life is currently cradling me.
So the possibilities of guidance and questions asked are hopeful and quite necessary to go forward. Just that the prospective of being able to wave my arms at millions if not billions of brothers and sisters. That is the goal for now. As is the constant reawakening of a rusted bridge.
Funny how that makes little sense but still can mean so much.
My sighs are welcome but they no longer lapse into stress or concern. They are the release of prayer within my spirit. Everything unloaded and thoroughly spoken. Even my dreams of talking to so many people.
Truth in being here.
And as I write I hope even more so just one breath is beyond, singing inside another. I can only hope for someone who knows me well. Yet I am waiting. Moving at the pace I need to be and leaning upon God as I should.
So here, here I am.
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