Always, Forever!

In the ashes, in the dust. A heart swept up, by the love. With the sands, wading through the water. A soul swept away, in the rapture of love. A reign that needs to be, forevermore. I can’t change, what the day wants my heart to see. Only control, what the heart will intentionally do. In the stillness, in the wake. Time will fade, what the day comes to raid. My heart, may not want to embrace Always. But that doesn’t mean, my soul doesn’t believe in Forever. Twenty, twenty, doesn’t mean the eyes can perfectly see. What only the heart, was meant to know Forever. Real love lingers, in the remnants; in the afterglow. The world could never satisfy, what a soul truly needs… to thrive. In the longing, in the needing. The heart will hear, when love speaks. But it’s the soul, that will profoundly interpret, every still whisper. Lips can move, but the heart; has to validate every word. Hope is never lost, even at a loss. Hope, can Always be found. In the searching, in the knowing; in the surrender, there will be a finding. Always, and Forever; a soul wanting nothing else. The drowning, deep into the breathless bliss. The breathtaking kiss, what soul shouldn’t never miss… this. My heart will never breathe, until love is ready, to let my soul exhale. Even when, the day finds me at my worse. A heart being held, by Always, and Forever!

When, the day ravishes the heart. Let the desire be Your love, lavished on my soul. That keeps me coming back, desperate for more; Always, Forever. In my heart, fill the holes, with the deeper meaning. Immerse my soul, in the deepest love. For the changing wind, will Always try to sway. But a love, deeply rooted; will be a heart never persuaded. Going back, to an outdated version of love. You plucked, the stringed instrument. In my heart, Your love will be the song. How, can there Forever be passion, without there Always be the fruit? The overwhelming hunger, with the never ending thirst. In the wanting, heightened becomes the desire. Every day, love stronger than before. The feeling, burning like a raging fire. When love collides, a heart creates the room. For the soul to be prepared, to jump the broom. So the love becomes, greater than the first encounter. Breadth of heaven, sweep me away. All the ashes, and the dust. I need You, Now, Always, Forever!

WCR

Catch, the Second Wind!

To catch that second wind, the First, then the last. A heart inspired, likened to poetry, in the eMotion. A soul learning to always know, grateful soars higher, on the wind called graceful. When the day, wants to take the last gasp. The clasps, not about holding tight to every breath. But being free, with the wind at your back. On the wings, love and a heart trying to yet sing; but therein this one thing, catch the second wind. The wind, that takes you to the place of inspiration. A place where, the feeling is called accomplished. Where overwhelming, still the sense of knowing blessed. Even if the road, is called second chance. Where the heart, find the strength. To crawl, then walk; still run the race. Catch another wave, and go get it. Even if the day, wants to take hostage. Take the breadth, from the love you know. Let it know, your hearts already a place, called breathlessly. Where out of breath, is in the state of breath-taking. A soul living, beyond what was, one breath at a time. A second wind, a heart with the ability to breathe… freely, exercised by the faith therein. Not in your own strength, that’s how you catch, that second wind!

Halfway up, still halfway down. Halfway through the journey, will never know; it is finished. ” Even, with the wind at your back. Every recovery, will never be apparent. Sometimes, the distance becomes overwhelmed, by the miles. Second guessing, becoming another winding trek. The thought, to believing. Not moving the six inches, from head to heart. Loss and redemption, found in the same breath. When, the wind gets knocked out of you. Every borrowed breath, knowing God’s love, and grace. Too tired to continue, becomes a heart suddenly. With the renewed strength, to turn around what is, to what in the gusto, the victory will become. Every day, there’s a new exertion; but in every determination, without the pressing in. The press on, is meaningless. If every second, becomes chasing the wind; not His heart. The balance; for mind, body, and soul. Your respiration, an intake of inspiration; through a moment of restoration. The renewed confidence, exercised through a moment; knowing His love, makes breathing that much easier. A heart can only breathe deeply, when a soul truly knows; love is in the air. Hovering, to help you; Catch, the Second Wind!