Imagining

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Imagining

She curled up in his lap
Buried her face in her hands
And ran
Imagined world without end amen
The lost were found
All fear removed
Like coring an apple
Making it safe
Fear extricated
The seeds no longer there
To choke or spoil.

She lay down on a bed with Hope
After praying real and loud and hard
Knelling  worn-out knees on a wooden floor
Wrote her modern Psalms,
Asking, no begging
For life void of fear, recalling
Floods of faithfulness
Hearing whispers
Harbingers
Forecasting peace
At last, peace at last.

She looked out at the silver moon
Imagined her torso cloaked in borrowed armor of  brave
Stepping on shadows then into the light
Pondering what to wear
Battles need armor
Customized
Just her size
Fit matters, it must be precise
No borrowing armor
Like worry

No ill-fitting suit of another
Bare skin for battle

Choose wise she heard
In the still of the night
To wear bold
And brave
By day
And by night
Imagine
Look left and look right

Imagine
All fear’s been
Removed from this place

I love you, I heard you
Go, run your race
Imagine the wings  I’ve
Sewn to your back
Fly
Unencumbered, fly fast, fly free
At last
Sweet dreams as
She lay curled up in his lap.

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Joining my dear friend Sandra Heska King at Sandra Heska King dot com 

The Art Of The Now

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There is much blowing, fragments and shards lost in the cyclone tunnel of the unknown

Caught in the wind, currents of cruel pain

But I will hide in the shelter of the storm

No, rest there

And seek Comfort in the calm of the now

Tomorrow blows her unknown winds

Today rests calmly in her now

This calm before the storm

It may be after all

The calm that will remain

As Hope covers the windswept chapped and weary soul.

Joining Sandra Heska King for Still Saturdays and with Oikos Living dot com for True Vine Challenge

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