Diamonds

You are a diamond in the rough 

Leaving a trail of diamond dust 

As you are carved and chipped away 

And cut into a unique shape 

Chosen especially for you 

To shine God's light in all you do.

PS3

How many are my foes

They mock and they tease

But You break the wicked

Strike down my enemies

You are a shield around me

The lifter of my head

Though thousands come against me

I look to You instead

Send Me

Send me away

Send me with you

Send me to where all of my dreams come true

Bring me a way

Bring me along

Bring me to where I can be lost in song

Hold me today

Hold me real close

Hold me exactly when I need it most

Loosen my grip

Loosen control

Loosen my desire to become whole

Send me some hope

Send me a sign

Send me a life I’ll be proud to call mine

Bring me some peace

Hold me now please

Loosen my care

Send me somewhere

CPR

Create Personal Reality

Counting Purple Rocks

Contemplate Perfect Roses

Carry Poetic Reasons

Continue Pale Ramblings

Reborn

If everything I do
If everything you see
Suddenly disappeared
What would be left of me?
If the pencil on the paper
Somehow got erased
Would there be an impression
Left there in its place?
If my sanity lifted
And I was not in my right mind
Would there still be anything
Of me left behind?
I am not mere particles
Pressed together in a form
I am but a messenger
In every heart reborn

Christie

her mind is Constantly thinking – turning, the fire within

her Heart is burning, her sweet spirit Rises – lifting, she Inspires with

her gifting, singing lovely Songs – rewritten, always True, endlessly smitten, creating Interest with

her smiles – gleaming, everyone Else thinks she’s dreaming

I Am a Shadow

I am a shadow of my current self. No longer the girl who used to love to play and run and dance and dream. No longer the young woman who dared to hope, who thought life worth pursuing. I am the cool chill seeping into the heart when the air is still and thick with obligation. Placing a higher value on clothing my children and keeping them fed and warm than having fun and doing what I love. I am the pouring rain when the head is drooped and unwelcoming. Joy has been drowned, anticipation suffocated. I am what I should be instead of what I could be. For I was taught to work hard and not to work well. I was told to be strong, not to be courageous. I knew goodness was reserved for those who were lucky, the winners, the gregarious, the chosen. I am not one of the blessed few. I am cloud cover, blocking rays, defusing light, withholding brightness in a haze of condensation. Unfulfilled potential at every turn. I keep it locked inside of me because I live in the darkness, lonely and afraid. My familiar prison, my one comfort. Finding importance in busyness. Always running, never getting anything done. Feeling special with acquisitions. Possessions in a continual state of decay. Where I place value, what I hold dear, determined by shifting patterns in the weather. I give perception power over me. I bow to every tide. I am but a shadow now. No matter, no substance. Just the result of something other than me deciding my direction, determining my fate. So I gradually fade away and disappear with the sun.