These Mirrors

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I can’t stand to look at this person that stands before me…

This mirror shows a reflection of deformed figure

So many times have I looked in this smudged mirror...

Afraid to wipe clean my passed
Oh how I used to stand tiptoed to see my face
Overwhelmed with joy when I saw the crown of my head
But now it is a distant memory that has faded 

Just one glance puts me in so much pain

Instead of a reflection of myself I see this man

A angry man who cares for no one

Over and over do I hear his voice in my head

I find myself becoming more and more like him

This mirror is a constant reminder of my past

To reminisce on happy days

To remember a time I saw a happy soul in the mirror is vaguely imprinted in my memory

If I can only find the strength to look at who I am now

To look at my true self

I’m so tired of living in this content reminder of my passed…

Oh God help me face myself!

To wipe clean my regrets!

Lord show me my true reflection……  

TAKE ME BACK

TAKE ME BACK

Joy, peace, tranquility, LOVE

All these things I have

Oh the feeling of security in His presents

Here I am in my youth smiling every time the sun comes to shine just for me

Oh this Life of mine

But… in all this bliss I feel as if there is something missing in this life

Pondering on this..

I see myself

Walking down this path I have set myself upon I find myself the only one walking

No one to share my life with

I feel alone; I need someone alive in my presents

I need to feel that heartbeat

Nothing fills this spot

Money, Friends, Drugs, Alcohol

Nothing works…

Nothing satisfies me

At this point I am too far away

I can no longer feel the presents from before; I can only see it from afar.

The things that never satisfied my hunger are now lingering and blocking my view

I WANT TO GO BACK

I WANT TO FEEL HIM AGAIN

I WANT EVERYTHING THAT I LOST BACK

NO LONGER DO I WANT THIS IMATATION OF LOVE GIVING ME THINGS I CANT HOLD ON TO

THESE THINGS ARE BEATING ME DOWN

LORD BRING ME BACK!

TAKE ME BACK TO THE PLACE OF PEACE

WHERE THERE IS NO NEED FOR WORRY

Lord be my everything…..

Dream To Reality

What a gloomy day

I sit in this crowded room in the dark all alone

With the blinds down no ray of sunlight enters to cut through the darkness

In my room I lay; staring at the ceiling in constant daydream

Dreams are all that keep me going

The hope of that dream coming true

Oh how I dream

Some may say they are impossible also improbable

But is it so crazy to dream?

A dream holds hope

The things I want to be, what I want to do even who I want beside me.

Dreams are what keep me going

But I can’t help but to keep wondering, when will this dream end and become a reality?

Reality; something that is hard for a dream to transform into

To be lost in a daydream is to lose track of time

To sit there lost in a world of desire

A perfect day, a world with no boundaries, the sun shining bright, a calm breeze, a wide open beach with waves that brush themselves upon the sands of time

Yeah that’s the scene

Walking along the beach alone, seeing this perfect world of my own.

I look in front of me; a set footprints have been imprinted into the sand along the shore

The waves are starting to erase the only life sign in this world of mine

Running along the beach I see an image from afar

My heart races and my thoughts race, could it really be someone her in this lonely would of mine?

As I run up to this person; I tap her on the shoulder

As she slowly turns

Her face looks as if confused

Then a smile appears that warms my very soul

As we walk along the beach our hearts begin to mend together

I feel a clench in my hand as I look down

I look at my hand that was tightly squeezed

And to my discovery I found out what was holding on to me

A soft and gentle giving hand

Not weak but strong as she clenches onto my hand

A promise was made

And as we look at our footprints; deep in the sand they stay as the waves try to brush them away.

Looking into each other’s eyes we gaze at the soul

And found what was lacking but now what will stay forevermore.

I suddenly awake from that dream

Looking out my window wishing this dream will become my reality.

 

   

Some Say

Some say Life is worth living…

But I don’t see how…

They say I have plenty of time…

But lately time has been passing me by.

Why should I cling to this life that is now empty?

Some say do want you want, say what you want it doesn’t matter.

So why should I care?

The dreams that I once carried have now slipped from my fingers and have fallen beyond my reach.

I have nothing to live for…

Some say they are here for you but yet they leave.

Some say you can trust them but yet stab you in the back.

The words that come out of these mouths are just word to comfort for a short time.

Where can I find someone whose words are grounded in truth?

Hmmph.

Some say they can heal a broken heart.

Some say they can provide everything that I need.

But the things that they promised I have yet to receive.

Empty words do not comfort a heart.

But I have heard of one’s words

Words that other people have heard

Words that have healed the broken hearted

Comforted the lonely

Lifted spirits

After reading and hearing these words

My heart has been mended

My mind free

My spirit no longer bound

I have found the one whose words have cut through the chains that have held me bound

He is my Jehovah-Jireh my provider

My Jehovah-Rapha my Healer

And my Jehovah-Shalom He is my Peace

Some said true Love doesn’t exist

I say He is Love.

Woman

Woman; what a creature…

Beautiful in every way God made her; 
Caucasian, African, Asian, Indian all colors. 

Strait and long, curly, short hair, black, red, blond even no hair

Her striking colorful eyes that draw you closer as they mesmerize you,

Her lips just as moist and soft as water;

Tall, Short, Petite, Thick 

With the silky skin with no wrinkle, blemish, bump or scar;

These are not the things that define her beauty; but inside there inlies the beauty with no makeup to cover the truth.

Graceful as she dances on the hills of joy singing a song that grabs the very soul.
That Woman who's lips speak not what you want to hear but words of truth uplift you on your daily walk to make you one who God has called you to be

Oh what a Woman.

Mistreated some are as others are unloved, unheard and unseen.

Woman;

Some have the title of wife, the wind keeping her husband from crashing down into despair,

One who eases the pain and anger by just a word and a touch of love.

Woman;

Some are not found while others have been transformed into something else
This woman; 

This woman was mistreated, unloved, beaten down  

Woman are gentle and angelically defined and must be handled delicately as a flower and preserved as a jewel

For her inner beauty shall radiate from the inside out

But where can such a creature be found to complete and become one with?
One who's Beauty is seen from within 
One who's lips speak only truth
Who's eyes can help guide in a storm
One who is strong but gentle 
One... Who God intended to be.  

Woman.