Darling,

 

When they question your worth

Take a breath.
A sisterhood of women stand with you.

 

You’re a Queen.

The daughter of painters and writers

Worn mothers, posh aunts

Star crossed lovers

Saints and sinners

 

Warriors with roses

Rebels, all.

 

Stitched by the hand of a missionary’s grace

Her tapestry forged with iron and lace

Fragile yet strong

Our thread never breaks.

 

When they ask, ‘Who do you think you are?

 

Raise your head and smile.

 

~warriors and roses

Breaking Dawn

Sunlight breaks through an open window

Sneaks across the floor

From the near distance, trills a lonesome melody

The Magnolia, a holy stage

 

A  solitary bird performs a serenade,

Close your eyes

Sweet darling, dream awhile

 

You’re a fool to cry

 

Let my notes carry you

High above the treetops

Far from troubled lands …

 

And time suspends flight

Beneath a birdsong spell

Balanced on the blade of darkness

As he brushes morning’s light with a kiss

 

 

 

 

~’ Hymns of Redemptive Love’

 

 

 

 

I dream you

in the dark. This is where our love is found. In a place, as far away as moonlight, is where you touch my skin.

 

Your hand slips into mine.

 

I can’t let go. You are the one who lifted me up; the one who left me on my knees.

 

Do you think if I begged the night hard enough

she’d give you back to me?

 

~ As Far Away As Moonlight