Mother Earth

Here I am, Now

Open, Willing

With my past behind me,

My future ahead of me

My breathes, my steps

Have been numbered

I stand as a warrior

With questions

With hopes

Starting with Earth 

I ask

I hope

Could you come up and meet me here?

Could my roots grow down from my fluttering heart and my shaky knees?

Could I stay in what has been?

Can I stand in what is?

Will you let me in? 

Will you let me root down through your outer crust and meet the soles of my feet with the warmth of your inner light?

And maybe, if I were to stay a bit longer than before,

Mother Earth, would you hold me in your strong and tender way

Could you become a dwelling place for my cold and restless feet.

I do not hear a clear answer, but through a memory of the future, I begin to walk

The magma seeps up and fills every sheethe 

From skin to muscle to bone

Through my blood sweat and tears

Each drop holding a story

I begin to glow with light and warmth

How dare you be great, I hear

And I take another step

Another breathe fills my lungs

And my roots expand to the core of the earth

And I rise anyway

My glory grows as I open my heart

And stretch my fingers tips, reaching to the heavens 

Mother Nature breathes into me 

Filling my branches 

I become a shade tree,

A glorious dwelling place

For cold, restless feet to land

And meet themselves again

She desired me so I came close.

No one can hear God unless She has

prepared a bed for

you.

A thousand souls hear Her call every second,

but most every one then looks into their life’s mirror and

says, “I am not worthy to leave this

sadness.”

When I first heard Her courting song, I too

looked at all I had done in my life

and said,

“How can I gaze into Her omnipresent eyes?”

I spoke those words with all

my heart,

But then She sang again, a song even sweeter,

and when I tried to shame myself once more from Her presence

God showed me Her compassion and spoke a divine truth,

“I made you, dear, and all I made is perfect.

Please come close, for I

desire

you.”

Piece Keeper

What makes you think you can’t have your dreams?

What happened the moment when you let them all shatter into a disarray of shapes and colors?

What was the fall that made this carefully crafted puzzle lose its picture, it’s story, it’s meaning?

Was it a word or a stone?

A stone is thrown and CRASH...

Just like that the doubt runs down every corner and crack.  making sure the pieces that were made to come together continue to repel one another. With this seal the pieces that were made to create something bigger than themselves will remain unrecognizable to their own kind. 

The kind that hugs their corners and cracks into a perfect shape, filling every crevice that once cried out.

This cry...if they will remember...will lead them into the Piece Keeper’s hands.

This is where you will recover the inkling of that dream before it was first ruptured.

Filled with Joy and enlightenment You will see the colors, the pictures, the shapes, the story and meaning of it all. It will all look the same and different as before.

In the difference a tear will roll down your face and the dream will be washed away once again.

But this time you will need to jump into a sea of unseen tears to reclaim it again.

Dreamers, dream. I dare you.