Found

Beauty astounding. He stands tall like the endless dreams of my heart, reaching towards the heaven, branching towards the sun like a life craving branch of blossoms waiting anxiously for spring’s arrival

Hope unlimited. He speaks like the silent prayers of my heart, floating towards the answers found, dispersing into the sea of desires whispered from my soul like an oceans wave following the natural tides waiting to grace the shore of golden sands

Love unselfish. He touches me like the morning sun, carrying the rays of warmth to my innermost regrets, renewing the broken hearted like medicine to my blemished dreams waiting for one spoken word to penetrate the wound and make me new

Peace abundant. He moves within me like the gentle winds, soothing my veins and pains to the core of my existence, caressing the curves of life with a soothing spoken word strong enough to move a mountain within the valleys of my heart

Joy overflowing. He gives to me like the fertile spring grounds, restoring winter’s loss, spreading roots of smiles within the muddy soils to carry vibrancy, color and life to the surface where all can stop and gaze at the beauty once so hidden

Faith restored. He holds my very being cradled in his arms, making my heart believe in the power of love, returning to my life what had been taken while giving all that I have silently pleaded for

Beauty astounding, he stands. Hope unlimited, he speaks. Love unselfish, he touches. Peace abundant, he moves. Joy overflowing, he gives. Faith restored, he holds.

Delicate like the flutter of an angels wing, soft like the skin of a ripened peach, graceful like the swaying tides, strong like the deep rooted oaks, beautiful like the horizon after a storm, unique like a rainbows curve, distinct like a fingerprint, remarkable like the mysteries of life.

This is what I see when I look into his eyes. I do not get lost, I get found.

Just a thought...

"Murders, sinners, homeless, gang members, beauty queens, all American girls and cheerleaders. The truth isn’t always pretty and pretty things aren’t always true. True beauty lies within the soul, gracing the spirit and glows through the flesh. We must always show compassion. Not just to the ones that look beautiful, but to everyone. We never truly know who we are speaking to until we listen to their story. If you avoid the ones seen as ugly, you may miss some of the most beauty you have ever seen. The lives and circumstances people are in may not reflect who they are. Many have been masked by circumstance and hardship. Many have been repainted with regret and depression. We must look through the layers and see the beauty that God saw when He created them..." ~Angel Alyson

Hidden Treasure

My mind often thinks in pictures. My job as a writer is to paint that picture with words. Today I feel very little words. I see an antique dresser. Nicks and scrapes etched into the dark grain, like wrinkles upon our old faces. It is plain, sturdy, and worn. My mind wants to know what is inside the drawers. I take my hand and open the draw. A loud creek, lots of dust and a million memories coming rising up into the air around me. I begin to push aside drab lace, musty silk and a few trinkets that barely remain intact. At the bottom of the draw is laquard box about the size of a hearty book. My eyes are drawn to this rectangle with an undenialble force of curiosity. My fingers quickly feel for the opening and with one flick of the latch its contents are about to be revealed. It is glorious. So glorious. My fingers begin to drag through through the strings of pearls intertwined, the gold in small knots and the jewels, oh the jewels. The colors jump from one to the next blending in my eyes like watercolors waiting to be swirled and stroked into something more than just a color. A form, a shape, an object, something with meaning and depth. My hands emersed in glamour find themselves unable to move. It is as if my hands just found the most glorious prize of all. Right there, in the plam of my hand is a ring of gold and ruby. The circle has no beginning and no end much like my promises to the ones I love. The ruby is deep is color, so deep it almost appears black. This is my heart. It bleeds with crimson love but it is beautiful, so beautiful. Circled around the ruby gem are specks of diamonds. Glittering, sparkling, full of life, depth and color it is drenched with enough beauty to cover the earth. Here it is, hidden beneath the daily finding of ones life. It isn’t fair. Something this gorgeous, this rare and unique cannot lay hidden among common things. It was made to shine. It was designed to stand apart. It craves to stand out. It demands attention as it so rightfully should. Its designers hands worked tedious hours to create this masterpiece. It is priceless.

I now see the owner standing next to the dresser on a monday morning. He walks past the dresser and can feel the jewelry glimmering through the wood grain. He stops in for a peak. One look, one glance, one feel and when he senses are filled and his eyes are pleased he closes the box and walks away. He steps out the door into his nine to five life never telling or showing of what he has. No one knows what he posseses. No one knows the beauty he has captured within a box. No one knows the mans wealth and no one sees what makes him smile one last time before he starts his day. No one knows that this rare gem is claimed and kept. Many will see photos of this rare piece of art. Many will seek a cost on such an item. It cannot be found and yet it cannot be taken. It is merely a living piece of beauty waiting to be released into the world. It does not seek credit for what it is not, it just wants others to see it upon the finest like it was intended to be. Worn, carried along, able to sparkle in the sun. How long must it sit in the box. Will anyone ever be willing to step out of fear and show the world what they hold? Maybe its beauty is just too bright. Maybe beautiful things were meant to be secrets. If that is the case, than I no longer want to be beautiful. what good is being found if no one knows that you are taken?

Angel Wings

My wings have been clipped not by God but by myself

It is time for me to fly and find my value outside the wealth

A angelic being trapped in human flesh

This world, this life, nothing more than a mortal mess

They see the gold and glitter dusted across this porcelian face

but do they see the pain that cannot hide, for my heart is more sheer than the finest lace

Watch in awe as I glide and fly high above the clouds horizon

do you even see all the things that the tiny lies hide in

Is it really worth it, to feel the wind upon my cheek

Is it really worth it to never find and always seek

All for the title of an angel living in this human existance

I can no longer fight, I am loosing all resistance

Its time to jump and never look away

Do not try to change me or get my decison to sway

Perhaps I was meant to be an angel but that is not what I am choosing

Maybe it is time to toughen up and start getting used to loosing

So look at me once more, this glorious angelic being

For when tomorrow morning comes, no longer is it you will be seeing

When the sun rises in the baby blue skies

You will see all my sorrows and I will see all the lies

There will be no more pretending to be what I cannot

This thing called love, it seems to be what I long forgot

Take these vibrant colors from my soul and all my being

open my eyes and show me all that I have not been seeing

I know it may not be all beautiful and glistening bright

I know I will now be held responsible for all the wrong and all the right

Sometimes even the most beautiful will have their days

craving to find an answer among others tangled ways

Goodbye wings, goodbye flying, goodbye gold and glitter

It has been a beautiful spring but now it is time to face the bitter winter

Do not wish me luck, do not wish me happiness, do not say a thing

Just take these to another hopeful little girl, who could use a new wing

Dirty Laundry

"It was the best of times and the worst of times..." a wise man named Charles Dickens once said. He must have been in a time such at this. What time is it do you ask? The time of change. The tearing down and rebuilding. The blessings and the curses. I have seen the best of times and well, this time is not it.

At this particular moment I am watching my problems, failures and flaws pile up in a massive heap of impending disaster. My dirty laundry is about to unfold and well, its not all pretty like me.

The truth is, while I may have resembled Barbie in my early days and now stand as a beautiful strong woman in my forever 29 days, I am far from perfect. I am a real human being, at least when my wings are not visible.

While my closet may be filled with Guess, Louis Vioutton and Gucci, my laundry is not nearly as elegant and you can forget dry cleaning only, the dirt will be forced to endure alot of hot water and so will I.

Dirty laundry, never any fun to clean up. Perhaps its just time for a new...wardrobe?

I am standing here with soap in one hand and hopes in the other staring into a machine spinning all my problems in a vicious circle. The bottle of soap is not labeled and I fear it may be dishsoap. While I know I can the overflow and the bubbles, can I handle it all in these demands, in this cirumstance? Maybe my heels are too high, even for me. Maybe my expectations and dreams really are too big to survive the rinse cycle.

Maybe my tag should have said "Dry clean only"

Worth Overflowing

Worth. Can you recall the moments in your life where you truly felt worth something, truly Worth it?

Imagine life an overflowing fountain of abundance being warmed by the mid afternoon sun. The rays hit the water and the ripples reflect a gleaming luminocity of life that has been dispersed in every drop.

Life stands still at times. Nothing to make it wave or make it sway. It is calm and all is well. Other times life pulls like a tide changing its textures and its entire makeup. It is wild and nothing is for sure.

People will stand at the edge and watch how the waters rise you up or pull you under. They will stop and stare at boundaries that hold the waters in and they will arise in fury when the crystal blue spills over, whether in joy or in anger and floods at their feet.

Children will dance in the puddles and many older will frown. Fun or an inconvenience? One simple decision that only you have the power to make.

Other will not stand in awe at so much life flowing in one space. Unafraid to overflow from its comfort zone, almost hoping to spill itself onto others. The few that appreciate what you hold and how you move will take a shiny coin of worth from their pockets and tie it with a wish. It will glide from the palm of their anxious hands, filled with hopes from their endless dreams and be tossed into your waters adding value not in the coin but in the time and dreams now invested in you.

Some will have so much silver laying at the bottom of the structure feeling that they have earned a right to be above others. They will see the piles and mistake amount with worth.

Others will have just a few scattered copper spots sitting softly beneath the waters reflections of lifes surroundings. But the heart behind these few has made this fountain, priceless.

If I were filled with AMOUNT I would have no room for my water to freely flow and move as they desire but if I am filled with WORTH I am given the space I need to be as i was designed to be. Overflowing.

AMOUNT and WORTH is the difference between a pool of water and a fountain. I want to be WORTH something and OVERFLOW.

Do the people standing at your structure add AMOUNT or WORTH? Because baby, you are WORTH it all.