Faith of the Heart

My heart has been very full of late. And heavy. My emotions run the gamut from anger, helplessness, fear, and frustration to deep love, hope and forever faith-because faith is that which always brings us through. I say ‘us’ because as lonely as I feel, surrounded by cold indifference and obvious apathy and ignorance to the survival of our human race, I know you are out there. No one can douse our heart lights. We are the Light Ones, the ones who must continue to Illuminate the darkness, to love beyond all obstacles and to carry the torch of faith into an uncertain future.  The meaning of life is to ‘live’ and to do it with love, for love is what sustains our souls.

I had a dream last night about my deceased mother. I was handing her a young child and she took him from my arms and told me everything was going to be fine and to be brave. I have to find my ‘brave’ from deep inside and wear it proudly. I awoke with this song in my head and can’t shake it so I am sharing it with you all. Perhaps it will mean something to one of you as well. For me, it is a reminder of my timeless soul and that after all is said and done, we will remain as we were in the beginning. Until then, if we want a better world, we sometimes have to fight for it, because there are so many willing to fight to steal it from us.

Have faith, let it be your shield and support. We do have help ‘out there’. We just often forget to ask for it.

 

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More ramblings from an unemployed mind. Stop by and say hi. We can share a few moments together in my sacred space

The door up top? That’s for my buddy Dan Antion. He is a faithful prompt poster and today is for Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors prompt.

It didn’t fit with my words over there but I wanted to share a door here. This one was taken in Chattanooga, Tennessee a year or so ago.

I hope you are all very well. Stay safe,

Cheryl

Still/#SoCS

As I sat alone, ignoring heart’s ache,

and nudging my weary senses awake;

my eyes turned up to watch him soar,

graceful as every day before.

”Good morning, God,”

whispered my soul

as my heart beat once more

in time with the whole.

”Be still and listen…”

came the Creator’s reply.

 

“And know that I am.”

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A love letter fallen

right from the sky.

 

CKP copyright words and image 2018

This post brought to you by Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt.

 

 

The Ladies in Waiting/#poetry/#photography

(An ode to the Rhododendron at sunset)

They gather in the shadows of the garden…

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their delicate petticoats rustling in the chilly gusts of early Spring.

Their crimson hearts race with excitement as he slowly descends upon them.

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“See how his face shines!” Says Rhoda in a hushed whisper.

“Oh I could die in such an embrace!” Dendra blurts unabashedly.

Giggles and sqealls ring like church bells as his grandness leans in to plant shameless kisses upon the blushed cheeks that worship his presence.

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Anticipation rewarded, they bask in the warmth of his touch,

such a touch that, in an instant, could become so fierce and brutal as to devastate,

yet in these final seconds of a day grew painfully gentle, alluring and soft.

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Within each blooming breast beats the heart of pure joy for his presence and therein rests the hope for his return;

for this is their grand moment of sweet sorrow when he must leave them again.

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“There he goes,” bemoans sweet Flora, stretching to the tippiest her toes can reach, knowing his parting will be swift and silent-

and oh so bittersweet.

Ladies-always in waiting-for the coming and going of their life-giving, cruel, comforting,  steadfast king.

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And when, at dusk, thy face shall sink,

You leave me with a nod and wink,

I shall not weep,

long as you keep

your promise that with every morrow,

you rise again to ease my sorrow.

“My heart is yours, please keep it well,”

she prayed as from the sky he fell.

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Words and images copyright CKP 2018

Have a brilliant weekend my friends.