Drawn to Freedom

I cup my hands over you, 

O floating light,

And keep you safe,

keep you in my heart.

I wish to have a whit, a speck,

A touch of your sliver,

Bury me in your dust 

Until I own it,

Yes, own it forever!

O freedom,

I like your pleasant face.

I envy your mirth,

How you're loafing, 

Smiling at the sun

And let your dress flutter 

When you run.

O freedom,

How you spread your arms before the sky!

You walk this earth barefooted,

And in the grass, you lie

Embracing and soaking,

Soaking in its sweet scent.

Freedom,

I like your verity,

You strip off clothes of hypocrisy.

You face the world unmasked,

Trudging hills and bushes,

Scathed by torns and branches.

You are brave, very brave.

Freedom,

In the night, your mind wanders,

Dabbing, staining papers with paint

And then threading words,

Creating worlds that don't exist

Yet live through pens and paintbrushes.

Three Things Women Don't Want to Forget

You, woman, remember.

Three things.

One, you are beautiful.

You might see flaws in the mirror,

but none of those define your beauty.

What matters isn't those that fade and change.

It's about who you are and what you make people feel.

Two, you are worthy.

Your worth is more than glinting diamonds and bars of gold.

You are far more than any material thing in the world,

for your heart is capable of loving deeply

and your mind runs beyond the longest mile.

Three, you deserve a great man.

You're for a man who will love you everyday,

and adore your strengths and weaknesses combined,

and respect you from head to toe.

You might be wrong in other things,

but it doesn't mean you're for a wrong man.

You, woman, remember.

Cherish yourself.

When God Stares

I lay awake in bed with You in my head.

It was a fine morning. 

The sun was gently shining, 

the temperature cool.

And I felt like You were staring at me,

staring with soft eyes.

Lovingly.

Adoringly.

Unflinching.

I felt like You were telling me 

that You were with me.

That I was never alone.

That I was protected, guided and cared for.

That I was loved.

I lingered on Your stare,

basked in it.

Minutes passed.

A few more minutes.

I felt Your presence soaking my skin,

then my muscles 

then my bones.

You are with me, Lord.

Then I sat,

and then stood.

And I lived the day.

Joyful Blur

Sometimes, life doesn't make sense.

All you know is everything's bright, warm, and beautiful.

Things amble in front of you, and you just let things.

You float along the water's ripples, and you trust the water.

Life is good.

Nothing is sure, save that the time is right.

You feel Jesus's hand gripping yours,

and when you look back, you see clear traces of your footsteps.

Sometimes, life doesn't make sense.

All you remember is that one day, you gave up trying to control things.

And now, when you walk, 

you walk with Him.