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 Going back, to an outdated version of love.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!

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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!

Stand, with You!

I want you to know, I will be strong for you. In the stillness, in the quiet; in the moment. It doesn’t matter, what the circumstance looks like. Raindrops on your rosy, if you just need me, to lean on. The way, my heart sees it. When you’re hurting, you will never have to hurt alone. Give the best, be a friend. BFF, (Be Faithful, Forever). If, your faith is running low? My heart, will never lose faith in you. Even, when the night is the darkest, and the day seems the longest. Even if no one cares, I do. Even if no one dares, I will; stand with you. I will be there, to help wade through the water. Undistracted, if the moment becomes a flood. I will, swim through the deepest river with you. I will, run towards you. To stand, right beside you. And run, the race along side you. Nothing, will ever be able to move my heart, except love. If you, can’t throw your hands up, I can. Lift them, to the one, who holds tomorrow. If the moment is Hiding, trying to not be seen. The attempt, will be a heart found. For in the Seeking, God; will surely meet us where we’re at. Me standing, for both of us believing for it; answered prayers. Even what, might seem impossible. And even, if the blessing tarries; I Stand, with You!

“The Lord bless you, and keep you. May the Lord make His face to shine upon you, be gracious to you. May the Lord lift His countenance upon you, and give you His peace!” Numbers 6:24-26 ESV

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My heart!

My heart, the noted description; blessed, first and foremost. Although, my heart bleeds, this I must concede. Life, is but a breath. A soul, faced with the undertaking. Trying to be still, when the heart finds ache. A heart, knowing full indeed. Every heartbeat, moving with ease, but drowning in the deepest place. A silent river, knowing depth in an ocean. Deep within my soul, love through and through. It moves, it compels. My heart, it swells. My soul, it is well. Pieces you won’t see, for peace I have found. Breadth, what becomes the spell bound. When breath, becomes a soul living; in the deeper meaning. My heart, wants to scream. My soul, wants to cry. But, my faith will never die. As I, draw closer to Your heart. To lose myself, in the unfathomable depth!

My, my, my; my hallelujah, what my soul will forever raise. To the giver, of a grace no heart can ever earn. The mender, of what the day finds broken. To never be found shattered. Up from ashes, a soul soars like an eagle. A heart, every breath forever held. To let the love, show a soul how to deeply breathe. A heart and soul, moved by a breathless dance. A heart, called to have many titles; but answer, to one name. My heart, and the love in; be everything. A soul, that won’t be free… without it. A heart not knowing glee, without it being freedom… in me. In every breath, I breathe. In love, every breadth will be. An alabaster heart, flush with the warmth of amazing love. King of my heart, though a heart break. Wholly, will it be placed in your loving care. To let my soul know, nothing missing; though broken. My soul, being in You; will be a rescue story. My heart, called forever by You… Love!

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The Chill Mix!

A soul laid back, against a heart; that will always have my back. My heart, kicking it. My soul, deeply loving it. My love, knowing how to chill. Every day, another this; the chill, with a new remix. Though the wind blows, and the occasional chill felt within the bones. My heart’s relaxed, knowing the best yet to be told. Even if, the weather becomes cold. My heart, won’t contemplate the whether. To chill, so my soul can be still. For, whatever the day has to behold. A heart, must be willing to boldly go. With the blood flowing, and the soul truly knowing. It’s a heart, that never mix being a bit shaken. With being a soul forever stirred, by this one factor. In this heart of mine, the love You breathlessly hold. Nothing but love, whispered underneath every breath. Mixed up platitudes, never in this heart full of so much gratitude. Every day, the chill, in the bliss. The love, no doubt. My soul, and another slow jam; love dancing with my heart. The breadth, so soothing. Every heartbeat, what my heart proving; the love’s moving. In a love so strong, every beat; playing the greatest love song. How can a heart, ever go wrong? When the love plays deeply, soulfully; with the sweetest melody. My heart, in the rhythm. My soul, in the groove. My stringed instrument, a heart and soul; laid back!

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A Diary Story; The Stolen Moments!

You would think, that after all these years. A heart, might begin to see a change. This heart of mine, still up to such thieving ways. Thirty five, the years; not even one day, will there be any regrets. For a heart and soul, wanting to in for life. The confession, will bear my soul. This, not a dilemma; this is my; unapologetic disclaimer “Every stolen moment, your love forever written on my heart. The love, etched deep in the crevices of the fine print! ” My soul, just can’t seem to bring myself, my heart, my love; be just another cookie cutter. Love, will leave such a lasting impression. Especially, when you let the last cut, be the deepest. There’s a love in me, that moves me to be. No, it compels my soul to be free. To let the heart, with the need to act this way. Walk it, like you talk it. Give it, even if you don’t always get it. It’s not about being clueless, but how love’s meant to be unconditional. Sometimes, you stumble; trying to capture a stolen moment. Confusion says, love, should be viewed as a trophy. Not seen as the gift, a heart should truly treasure. My soul, will wholeheartedly confess. Throw away the key, the chains that had me bound, broken. My heart, will never be a thief in the night. My love, will glaringly look you straight in the heart. To let you see, when it steals another moment. It doesn’t matter, whether day, or night. Who needs, to rely on sticky fingers; when love, is such a natural glue?

My love, the thief willing to again and again; boldly steal every loving glance. Whenever, the moment again arises. My heart, won’t rob you blind. But, if you truly don’t mind, and your love would be so kind? Arrest my heart, so that forever will be, a soul still stealing love. Not, just on Valentine; every day, until the end of time. What’s, truly at the heart of this; love. It’s not an addiction, but it’s so obvious. This love, could never be read, as being a fiction. My imagination, surely needed to play a role. But, an unscripted heart; what truly had a role to play. There’s no need, fix a heart not broken. No rehabilitation will ever be needed, when a soul is arrested, forever by the power of love. The temptation, letting the moment slip away; not seizing every opportunity. What’s a soul to do, when the heart embraces a love? That leads to a heart being, lifetime committed? Love commuted, likely to be a heart changed averted. Day after day, time; will again be the encounter. A heart conspiring, to move heaven and earth. A soul praying, to be found… blameless. For, a heart taken to be your own. Will be the love therein, capturing the soul. But yet freed, from its own solitary confinement. What does a heart have to lose, when forever exposes the soul, and bears your name? The stolen moment, when even the sun, the moon, and the stars don’t truly mind. When your heart uses the shimmering light, to help pull off what will become. The taking of a breath, in the name of love!

Dear, my diary; herein lies the entry. My heart, my soul; therein lies the confession. The true account, what led to; the Stolen Moments!

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What’s On My Heart!

At the end of my days, I will lay me down to sleep. But, before I do; thought You should know, just how my heart feels. First, let my soul, slip into a comfortable place. Laid back, resting up against Your heart. Knowing, Your love will always be there. Your love is my pillow, the blanket; the covering for my soul. A love laid so heavily, on my heart. A love to swell, the story You tell. My love is strong, knowing Your heart; could never be wrong. Being close to Your heart, there’s a song in my soul. Your love, playing such a lullaby. A heart, knowing forever safe in Your arms. What night, would ever dare try; to out shine the light of Your love? Even though the darkest night, my heart knows. The sun will come out tomorrow, or even the day after… tomorrow. It truly doesn’t matter, in my life, and in my heart. Your love shines, in the sun, the moon, and the stars. The love, that came to rescue me from myself… ish pride. The ocean, that forever changed the tide. The love, my heart can’t again hide, or ever deny. My heart, doesn’t ever want to be accused, of taking Your love for granted. Move my heart, please still my soul; with every gentle whisper. Be the word, the love, my joy, my hope; be forever. My heart’s just saying, do it again, and again. Take every breath, leave my soul speechless!

Your love, is the flood; that overwhelms my soul. A heart, that can no longer restrain. An overwhelming tidal wave of emotions, caused by Your love and devotion. Your love is the ark, protecting my soul; whenever my rain begins to fall. Underneath the surface, of what others can begin to see. Your love, the calm in my storm. Yet in a silent river, it becomes the raging sea. Just saying, if I don’t share my soul; how would You, ever know my heart? Your love, does my heart… just right. Why, my heart will never need a special reason. Just to say, I love You so. Just thought, You should know; what Your love has done to my soul. I’m not afraid to show, reveal that it’s not about being a heart exposed; but my inside out. A story of love, etched in crimson words. This, is coming from my heart. Your love, my soul; forever indeed will be. It was love, that took hold of my heart; with the first hello. Your love, is my heart, my soul. Just, needed to let You know; What’s On My Heart, Your Love. At the end of my days, I will lay me down to sleep; at the foot of Your heart!

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Remnants!

The remnant, love hovering in every breath. In the wake, the breadth; love hovering in every remnant. With every dawn, my eyes don’t need to see, my ears don’t need to hear. Just have a heart, needing to be forever awaken. Deeply moved, to feel what my soul needs to truly know. The amazing power of love, and the remnants felt lingering, underneath every breath. Endless love, remnants in the overflow. The world is busy, days trying to steal my attention. But distractions, will never have my heart. Things, could never measure up, to Your love. Drawing, closer to Your heart; lingers in all the desires. A heart moved, by love lavished on my soul. Your love, will never be the leftover; used to tie my heart over. Even in the smallest quantity, therein lies love filling with such a great quantity. Remnants, a soul clothed in love’s peace. There’s nothing, greater than this. In every remnant, the bliss. Even the small amount, a heart full forever, and a day. A soul, that won’t know how to ever survive. On remnant of the past, even yesterday’s portion. Remnants, must be in every breathless residue. Remnants to live and breathe, to overwhelm thoughts; become an ever changing heart. In every fragment, love remaining to be, found so very faithful. In every Remnant, my soul, You own. My heart, You hold. My love, You have. My gaze, You capture. My breath, You take. Even, in the end of days, and the last bit of love breathed. May the surviving trace be, Remnants!

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In The Wake!

In the wake, my heart; breathes a prayer. That the night will again give way, to what will become the dawn. A heart, having no regrets, no guilt, no shame. To again be, awaken breathless. A soul, still needing You. In every heartbeat, in every breath taken. In whatever’s done, my heart will breathe easy. Knowing Your love, every taken breathing. A soul, never looking to become so woke. To see trying to live in moments, without there be breathtaking. Becomes a heart living, but not in love. In the stillness, living in the glory days. The higher calling, that bears your name. In the wake, a heart that waits patiently; finds the truest answer. In every trial, you don’t allow your resolve to buckle. A heart feeling weighted, by a shadow of what has pasted. In the wake, to be enlightened; you have to be in the light. A heart, that can’t help but shine… through it all. For a heart, to catch a second wind; love has to be the breadth. In every wake, the day greeted by a new perspective. Sight, beyond what’s seen. Becomes insight, for what needs to be known. Faith, moves as the power; to undoubtedly produce an awakening. Every new found hope, gives rise to a profound change… in heart, in soul. The breath in life, forever needs the breadth of life. In the aftermath, the day becoming another jet. The ready set, let go… never. My heart, will never just watch Your love, fade into the sunset. In the wake, my soul will again know rest. In You, to You; I tether my heart. In every wake, my heart will again count Your love, and the cost. The right kind of love, prepares the heart. To be the true impression, to reign in the wayward mind. Today, is the day. To forever be a heart changed, a soul freed. In the wake, by the presence. Chains still broken, in every peace, and joy. In the wake, every heartbeat breathlessly waiting. For the moment, when another change of heart comes. With the strength, to wade through the water, oh. So at the end, of myself; be a soul left speechless. A heart, forever moved; In The Wake!

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Choosing, The Right Love!

Rock, Paper, Scissors. A guessing game of chance, some hearts choose play. Trying to figure out, what kind of love will be revealed? Hearts not yet knowing, true love will forever be a choice. Some hearts, think love’s all about what’s on the paper. Only to pick the Scissors, to see that treasuring a piece of Paper. Becomes truly meaningless, when the love’s now in pieces. Love, meant to be the glue, to help keep a heart. When life seems, likened to paper-mache. Love is the Rock, that will always be there. For a heart to lean on, with an anchored trust. When the storms of life, comes trying to get your heart twisted. The love, turning into a hurricane. Hearts caught up, the love not deeply rooted. Not anchored, by a Rock… Solid commitment. To not let the love just be, words on a Paper. But, a love forever, written permanently on the heart. So, the Scissors will no longer be able. To cut so deep, leaving the wrong lasting impression. In games, there will always be a loser. When love becomes, playing the guessing game. Hearts win, when the choice becomes, choosing a love deeply felt!

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