For some reason, I’ve had to wrestle with the idea of blogging again. It’s as if my shadow has become in a fight with the notion of writing. BUT writing is the very expression to make known the emotions we all feel in our hearts. I remember once trying to measure and calculate how often I would blog online. It’s safe to say, I lost that battle a long time ago!
I also read very poignant blog posts, ENCOURAGING bloggers like myself; to continue to blog at least 3 times a week. AND this is achievable, it’s really about the desire to follow suit in encouraging others. IF I could reach one person, who feels the emotion at my fingers as I write this, it is worth it!
3 is a great start at the bare minimum to release the thoughts which dance around my head. Whether it is a quote, a message, or a simple response to what I have seen. Because truly, many thoughts dance around my head, and I truly do love to write.
This year has already been overwhelming, I have witnessed so much already, and I lay down on the floor prostrate, in gratitude. Never has there been such a wave and NEWly found guidance in my life. I long to share the very blessing that we all may see or may not see.
More importantly, I love to read other poems and writings from people who write who echo their passions. EVEN IF, That’s YOU! I love the comfort of writing, and the incredible release and exercise it is.
So, no longer will I wrestle with the framework of the light!
It’s very easy to wrestle with what has thrown its light upon us; but why would we scoff at the light that has been given to us? We are changed through the visions of undressed creation! I want you all to be inspired as the light shines on you, to see the great aspect of love it shows us.
Given the tears flowing down your face; it’s safe to say; you’ve fallen from grace
In what you heard; the applause is diminished; while your soul now seeks for a precious gift to replenish
A gift that brings triumph, one of honor and glory; you have heard these gifts, passed down story after story
Told by those of old and young; exchanging details of goodness where love first was begun
Now you walk in the allies of the night; wishing for the story to reveal its light
Approaching a sensation of revelation; your body is then covered with undressed creation
As your silhouette wrestles the light that shines its passion – in its defeat, you scoff at the heavenly fashion
NOT ANYMORE, No more scoffing!