April 18, 2016

No More

You continue to run and hide. Like a lighting bolt in the sky, you come and go as you please; sometimes leaving fear in the heart of me. But no more, no more running will I allow you to do. Pick up your feet, and shake the dust off before you walk through this door and place your shoes in the corner, out of view. Pick a place on the couch to sit, and take this glass of water. Replenish yourself, and then tell me all that's locked within. No more honey, will I sit back and watch you wallow in self pity and pain. No more, will I be on standby, waiting until you make a decision to standstill. I don't think so, sweetheart. Today, is your last day of running.. Now it's your turn to soak in this place, I call home and watch me take the reigns and show you a different way.
Sincerely,
a servant

April 11, 2016

Dear You..

I feel young, wild and free around you. I bask in your youthfulness. You are cherished, loved and welcomed with wide open arms. You came as a surprise to my family and I. For months, we spoke of you quietly. Too afraid to express too much of our hearts about your coming; in case you didn't survive. 

We knew who you would be and how you would be to us before you came. As you were born, you became the life we needed to keep surviving in this sometimes unforgiving world. Such a lovely, sometimes breathless soul. Constantly keeping me on my toes, and to keep growing all the more. 

Dear Nephew, you are my joy; the first of my family. A son, I wish to someday have as beautiful as you. At times I don't believe I can love you more, but then another day goes by and I laugh at your many different surprises. I wonder can I love another child as much as I love you. I guess I'll have to have my own someday or live long enough to watch my siblings become parents. 

I hope to always be there for you, no matter what, in each stage of your life. I hope to always love you, no matter how many more children are introduced into my families world. I hope to always remember, and appreciate you. I love you..

Sincerely,
Your Aunt

February 8, 2016

Man & Woman

 
Hands that have been perfectly carved. To provide, lift up and shield life from harm. Feet that has borne the burdens of shame, heaviness and blame. 

A back that has been beaten, eyes that has grown tired and a life that has traveled weary. Who, can tame and wear the mask for you, Dear man? 

A provider, yes you are. Beyond average but a man you are. Tell me, whom is the woman that can respect and cherish you? 

Whom is the flower that can touch the fur of a hungry lion and feed his back, the cushion it needs, for when it's time for his rest? 

Speak, softly the spirit he needs, to thrive for days on end? Hold your peace, keep your stance but grow all the more, to be more than he could ask? 

Respect the pride he often wears, but gently teach, that there is a new side he can wear? Water his garden, from the bruises he took on his shoulders? 

Have you been taught, to walk, see, talk as a lady? Wear the coat of wisdom, and silence your tongue, when he grows blinded and mangled? 

Listen, even when you cannot understand? Grow past the emotions, that often keeps you hidden, beautiful woman. Not strip yourself to be his slave, but give him his needs, in doses, as faith caters to your needs.

Whom is the woman, that can endure, the gift of being a lady? To love and honor, a soul, that needs the understanding of a woman? Our power lies not in our empowerment, but in our ability to submit, to the one that has proven, to be the protector of our light. May you learn, the importance of being, a wife. 

Sincerely, 
a servant

February 3, 2016

Woman & Man




The smell of comfort, worn on a woman's skin. The pound of her heart, heard from a distance. Eyes, that has seen past the walls of a man's heart. Yet, she's driven by passion, to collect the life, she's always imagined. 

Whom is the man, to enter into her winners circle? To give her the freedom to groom and teach, as you witness her blossom and bloom? Listen to her cries at night, her whimpering 'Hold me, Hold me tight, Never let me go, like a thief in the night' 

Will you crave to protect her blistering hollowed days and cold nights? Is this woman, something to fear? Yet, the scream of wisdom, gives chills up the spines, of many. Can you hearken unto that yielding woman? That shielding woman? That vulnerable woman? Sweet, deserving, giving woman?

Are you ready, for the pull and tug, in your heart, that says something is missing? Perhaps, you'll leave her aimlessly waiting, on your return.. Giving her long nights and painful weekends, lonely days and unfulfilled desires.. Maybe you can be the one she needs. I just hope you can recognize, the woman of your dreams. And give her the experience of a man, getting down on one knee.

Sincerely,
a servant