Journey of today's morning....

It is amazing what a simple thing like the smell of fresh morning dew can evoke . The simple Smell of water mingling with earth tugged me by the sleeve of my house coat and transported me into a journey which I did not expect to take this morning. It took me by my hand , from the front porch step and said,"walk with me" through the lush green grass sprinkled with sprays of dew. My yard is so peaceful this early in the morning, my dog even enjoys the peacefulness, she decided to take her own path of imagination as I enjoyed the solitude of the morning air which fills my lungs and and washes over me with warmth.

Through the corner of my eye I noticed two big cranes with their long legs fishing inside of the lake, the morning's sun playing with the water causing an iridescence of colours. The sound of a red cardinal whistling a beautiful tune translating thanks for yet another perfect morning. The smell of fresh air causing a contentment with existence. But I realised that I had not embarked on this journey alone. Along with me was the Memories which gently prodded me towards a looking glass. Through it, I could see a little girl playing hide and seek with her sister behind a haystack. I could see a beautiful young mother hiding peanut MnM's in the girl's pockets. I could see the entire yard painted in blemish-less laughter of two sisters playing leap frog. Then I could see the the two girls holding their new born baby sister under a tree and giving her promises to love her all the days of their lives.... The looking glass showed me a world where every lock held a different key than it does today.

But I only had one key in my pocket today. Maybe tomorrow it will open a different lock. :-)

Rock Band, thanks Kira :-)

Kira Joy did this on her blog.

It amused me and I copied. She copied it from her friend Jason who found it from a site called Avitable I copied the entire blog that she posted with a content warning for it's potentially offensive material.

This activity however is scandal-less fun.

LET"S MAKE A BAND!

YOUR BAND NAME is the title of the first article you find on this random Wikipedia link(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random)

YOUR ALBUM TITLE is found on this site. Click on "New Random Quotations" at the bottom of the page. The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.(http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3)

YOUR ALBUM COVER ARTWORK: is the third picture on this site.http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/

I want to see or hear about yours too.

No cheating! Here's mine...

Framed with her heart

A “chance meeting” in a afternoon moment
becomes her dream come true
the time she frames with her heart
o the sweetness of those gentle moments
she stares into his eyes, the windows to his soul
fresh innocence dances around her intentions to love him
staring attentively into his thoughts
perhaps this once, time would become her servant
as she hears his minds desires over a bridge of silence

she understands his heart to love her
he then speaks life into her dreams
with a soft brush of his love
he paints a portrait of magical mystery for her
carefully he hangs it on the walls of her heart
in hopes that she will seek the courage
to experience all the colors he has orchestrated with in
so much he desires for her
she's never known a love like his

selfless investments into everything she is

their friendship she has framed within her heart

A day by the shore

I walk along

No thoughts in my head

to the sound of the waves crashing at the shore

each time a thought threatens

the prison walls of my mind

each rolling wave would save me from myself

I feels safe within these barriers

the haven of this secluded creation

my thoughts mostly unheard

masked by the constant sound

another wave crashes

water rolls over my feet as I walk :-)

I face not those fears

that hold me back

that path I fear to tread

I hear HIS voice

"Don't think of what might have been"

regrets are pushed aside

longing and stress, they have no place in me anymore

within these mental walls

time to let go

only one fear alone, I hear so clear

what if the crashing of the waves stop?

what if these thoughts, I hide so well

were to escape, and their voices were heard?

but that sweet sound of the waves.....

the faithful distraction

lulls my mind once more

His voice speaks to me again....

"Let the sea carry it away

leave it here

in exchange , take my love"

time to go now

one last inhale of the salty sea air

I walk home alone

no thoughts in my head

what an unworthy exchange

cleansed from myself, my own worst enemy

the waves in the pocket of my heart

what a refreshing day by the shore

:-)

(Walking with Him who IS Faithful and Just..... I love you, my Lord.)

Where your love takes me

Lord, help me disappear from this place

change my surroundings with a blink of your eye

I want to fall deep in your word

wisp me away Father

take me to a special place, nothing like where I sit

as I close my eyes, my breathing slows down

your wind has blown me into serenity

I open my eyes to blissful beauty

perfection set before me in my mind

piercing blue water cascades off of gleaming smooth rocks

descending into a pool of mystics

the darkest amber trees soar high into the heavens

the ample leaves whisper soft and sweet praises to your majesty

every thing and creature feels the honor of your presence

the most radiant flowers blanket all the earth

crimson roses wrapping you and I together in their charm

a tranquil soothing breeze blows through my hair

ever so softly the wind chimes a tune in my ear "welcome princess"

in the midst of this enchantment

your magnificent book captures me in it's golden pages of glory

buried deep in the abyss of the most precious truth

I sit in this mystical garden so full of beauty and grace,

invisible to the naked eye

very vibrant and clear to my heart and soul

I catch a glimpse of your face before me

your captivating beauty surrounded by sparkling light

humbly I bow down....

Thank you for this secret place
I love you, my Lord.....

Fictional Child

she opens her eyes to the face of her love

she feels sound in her arms

she waited so long to see the face of her love

finally to be touched by the voice of her love

she gets rocked to sleep with warmth and comfort

she rest in a peaceful slumber

"wake up little princess its time to go home"



she opens her eyes to confusion
her innocent mind races
who is she?
where am I?
where are you taking me?
why is my love crying?

what did I do wrong?
where are the arms of contentment
where is the voice I knew so well
who is this woman?
where is my love?
why did she not hold on to me tighter?


12 years later


mirror mirror on the wall
tell me who I am
tell me where I came from
her face is faded, but I remember her eyes
the memory is faint but I can feel her touch
the dream is shadowed, but I can still hear her voice


Oh mirror mirror....
do you think she thinks of me?
would she notice my face?
would she know my voice?
would she remember my scent as I do hers?


or am I just a fictional child?