Books

Don’t you just love the fresh smell of new books? The crisp printed pages and delightful texture of the parchment caressing your fingers. Divine. It has such a lovely feel to your hands and touches the deepest part of your heart that you never knew existed. Yet it awakens the very imagination you’ve been waiting to discover.

Books have such a special place in our hearts whether good or bad. We’ve all read something that has a sparked a flame within us. If you haven’t I would even encourage you to go a little deeper, search a little harder. You never know what you are going to find that will change your life. For example, when you go to a yard sale, not many people go with the intention of finding a specific item, people go to explore and rustle through things, to discover a treasure that is meaningful to them. That my friend is like a book.

You go to uncover the depths of dreams, ideas, adventures, facts, the meaning of life. In the whirlwind of storytelling there is a tale for everybody. It might be in a novel, a magazine, article, or the endless web. But words have such meaning and sufficiency, why not share them with the world, your friends, your family, the generations yet to come. What a gift writers have given to us to read of our past, present and future. There is so much to find in the books we have been given. Whether its the recipe of a delightful dish or a scene from the exotic plains of Africa. There is so much adventure to be read and shared with others. Let us dive deep into the lives of characters and hear their story. Let our hearts run as we come alive to the art if storytelling.

 

A Thousand Pieces

I can’t write

I am lost for words

I can not look in to your eyes

I can not feel love

Yours words to me were of comfort and kindness

And all I could offer you was hurt and sorrow

Thorns and needles

I just let them pierce you

Without even a care

I let you drain through the white sheets

I am a cold 

Broken

Denied time and time again

My heart was like a burning fire

Like a spirit waiting to be risen among the ashes

It calls my name

But I can not

For my flesh and spirit are too far gone 

Numb

Dead to the world

Now you are too far for me to reach

I begin to doubt 

Your breath is my oxygen

Why can’t we love

I’m scared

Tears stream down my cold hard cheeks

I can not

I can not love

I can not feel

I can not give you my all

It is lost in the black hole

It will never come back

I want to love you

I want to try

Fear has surrounded me

Left in the darkness

Naked and alone

But then you came

I thought I could never feel this way again

My heart arises from the grave

Buried beneath the dust I awake

My heart beats slowly against the rocks on the shore

Your body next to mine

Forever and always I am free

A Little Piece about Nothing and Everything

Sitting in the chair

Having nothing to say and nothing to do

I wait

I wait for your tender Spirit to come and awaken this un lively heart

The drums beat to match the rhythm of your Native American feet as you dance night and day

Day and night you see

The injustice that goes around in everyone’s head like those cartoon birds swirling around a cat

How ironic it is that the noise around is what helps us to be still and wait

Interesting that you don’t work like that

You in majesty and glory

Are always in the wilderness

Always hiding

Not from your beloved ones

But to beckon

To come dance to the wild beat of Your heart

How I long to dance with the King and yet I am afraid of the shadows that lie ahead of me

For what will I find in the deep and wild

I fear the darkness will overcome me if I do not find you before the night comes

Yet my curious eyes wander and excitement overturns the fear as I step in

I am overwhelmed by the smell of pomegranate and honey that causes me to thirst

I climb the mountain that lies before me and look to see the view

As far as the eye can see the land that lies before me is lush in greens, yellows, blues and everything in between

Tears stream down my face

I don’t know why

But I am so happy to be alive

And then a hand forms around mine and I look to see my Maker

My lover

My friend

You wrap your arms around me as we watch the sun set

Every dark deed that had an assignment today

Has ceased

For today I am alive

Free and loved

Some may think this has nothing to do with anything but I beg to differ, it has everything to do with everything

You see, you are the one sitting or standing, or whatever reading this little letter about nothing and yet something stirs within you

You can’t quite make out what it is, but you are burning

You can be the one to step into the wilderness

Climb the mountain

And let Him love you

The question remains will you do it?

Will you run into the nothing to gain everything…