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!
Hi Jesse. I hope all is well. Please do me favor and call me from the cell phone that your Grandmother (my mother..lol) gave you. I’m trying to get an accurate number in my phone.