Are you a Believer? The Parable Girl.: Looking through the Peephole: Mirror, Mirror on the Wall.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Looking through the Peephole: Mirror, Mirror on the Wall.: VANITY MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WA...

A Man to Meet My Mountain

Among the valley of many
Here I press
In the midnight muddy moss
Here I crawl
Through the dense uphill climb
Here I am
Among me there are beasts bold and brazen ready to take my life
I hold on lest I fall
They creep, they lurk hungry in the shadows
I pause in place unsure
There is a rushing wind
I trust and I know I’m not alone
Past the spiral turns, beyond the steep cliffs I find my courage
Through scorched skin and dusty air there is an upward tug
I feel secure, safe for travel
Prepared for the clouds ahead
I move forward to meet him
Sure enough he is there
Along the beaten path his arm reaches for mine
When darkness falls he pulls me up
He leads me with loving footsteps
Skin smoothed by his touch, his gentleness, his devotion
With aching limbs I follow him up the mountain
With flowing wisdom from above he knows the way
The mountain is sharp and rugged
We stumble, we crawl, we tumble, we fall
But never separate
Higher and Higher we ascend
Into the light of lights
Down in the dark valley old friends call
They beckon, they reach, they scratch, they claw
Accusations fly, stones soar…
Our mountain stands unscathed
We are still climbing
Bruised, battered bodies
But renewed, restored spirits arise
There is a longing to reach the top
There is a pinnacle of peace for the two of us,
So together we climb,
This man and I
Alone, the peak is promised
United a universe beckons

Refined; A Declaration

I watch and wait for him to come.
Will he EVER find me?

I trust and hope in the word of God.
Does He EVEN hear me?

My soul, my lips, my heart are drawn to Christ
Can it be this real?

My spirit, my body, my desire is complete in HIM
Am I supposed to feel this good?

Yes, yes all my heart says is yes!

Therefore, I am not Lost.
I am not Lonely.
I am not Incomplete.

I am not Forsaken.
I am not Broken.
I am not Single.

I am a piece of I AM.
I am held up High.

I am presented Best.
I am cradled by Holiness.

Wanted by One of all.
Adopted by The Royalty Tree.
I am History, Legacy, Legend.

Arriving, Revealing, Transforming
I am the Bride of Christ
Filled with Divine Song

Sprinkled Ravishing
Wrapped Serendipity
Enhanced Light

A Humble Virtue
An Undefined Novelty
Lovely Poetry

All Ablaze Sacrifice
Blood Transfused
Wonder Recreated

I am new Life Bursting Forth
Color Rising, ever flowing
Joy, ever Dancing

I am Wisdom Soaring
Warrior Triumphant
Clothed in Righteous Riches

Body Sacred
Eyes Compassionate
Spirit Striking like Lightening

A Bosom Nourishing
A Fruit Ripening
A Crowned Chosen

I am Romance

Taken from Masculinity, Invented
Given Back, Glorious Femininity

Forever Touched by Creation