Fly,
Like a bird so high.
Enter the world like a flash of lightning in the sky.
This world is lonely without certain trust.
So spread your wings, and lift from the dust.
So long, fair well, cruel world below.
I’m fighting the winds to enter the flow.
Today I saw the sky above, enter my being.
For I am the dove.
My thoughts drifted to him tonight.
I’ve been fully content. I’m single, living alone, just a few friends, (I’m pretty much a hermit…but a fun hermit!), and so I was surprised the old love I had for someone came back up. I wasn’t mopey or sad, but there was something strange from the way it happened. I thanked God, for allowing me to love someone so fully, but I also thanked Him for giving me the strength to have moved on.
Maybe it’s because love is in the air and heck, my brain can’t ignore being single on valentines day now can it?
I laughed tonight, thinking of how far I’ve come. Never have I felt so comfortable in my own skin. Before now, I always wanted a relationship, I always looked for someone to keep me company, but now I can say that is no more. Sure, if love comes my way, I will gladly take it and love with all my heart.
But until that day comes I’m smiling. There is no better way to spend Valentines day than loving yourself. For that is the key to a successful relationship with anyone. It goes both ways and without that love, there is never any growth.
I love you all, and hope that some of you are enjoying company, and that those who aren’t are keeping themselves occupied with something happy.
Love,
A. Willow
It’s starts as an itch as you pass one. Their bright child eyes looking up at you, helpless…and yet happy beyond compare. You can’t help but to smile back, and wish somehow, you could see the same world they saw. The one where villains stayed in books, and the heroes always won. With love conquering all.
For that is what a child sees. They see love, and they share it with you even if they don’t know who you are.
So here you are, stuck watching that child wave goodbye, and that small piece of happiness you had for a moment vanishes into the brightly lit sky.
You wander through your life, going to work and doing your job, talking to friends and family, and suddenly it hits. Babies seem to be everywhere, in the store, the vet, or in the street. It doesn’t matter where, you just seem to notice them. Like a little happy disease following you around, their eyes are always on you…smiling.
So you go about your day, worried you’ll be alone for the rest of your life. You toss and you turn in bed, wondering, when am I going to find the one?
So you imagine little “you’s” and how small their hands will be in your palm, and yet…you don’t actually know. You’ve never held a baby yourself, but all you can feel is this raging happiness when you see one, and a simple tear when they go. You want to show them the good in the world and shield them from the bad. Even if they aren’t your kids, you still wish to be like their dad. So on you go, venturing forth into the unknown, waiting for the day they call a wedding to you.
You feel the love of a lovers kiss, and then again you think of this. The babies are swirling in your head, and yet it doesn’t make sense. Why on earth would a baby be of as much importance as this. Babies are hard work, they pee and poop, and sometimes they like to spit up, and cry without a break. So you go along your way, scared of the day, when your wife is pregnant with your son on the way.
You panic and sometimes want to bolt out the door, when you see her scream with raging deplore. She is needy and consistently sick, you don’t understand what has happened in this. So you wait out the months thinking it won’t get worse, but the delivery room brings chaos and a hell of a big hook.
You fear for her safety, and wonder if it was all worth the wait, to see the look on her face, that’s when you’ll stay. Holding that baby for the first time, is like heaven sent to earth. All Sublime. You cannot hold that baby close enough for comfort, you wish to spread joy and smiles among his life, and never let the villains take his might. So you smile with your wife, and sing a song to the tot, and there you find happiness….there you found God.
It’s about a second chance,
To fix the wrongs you’ve made.
You aren’t given an opportunity
To just waste away.
So go out there and fly,
And soar above the stars.
You aren’t the person you’ve been made to be
Your the person you want to become.
So lift up high, and grab that third chance,
But don’t let go, oh heaven’s no.
For once you see that it truly is a blessing,
Your eyes are open,
Now fall among the broken.
*
For in order to climb, you must fall,
And you must strive to become well.
Be the best you, and never let go,
Of that dream in your heart, the one with All.
*
You are allowed to stumble,
You are allowed to weep,
But don’t let some hurt in the past,
Make you someone who is weak.
You know you better than anyone,
Just follow that simple dream
For that dream is love, and love prevails
Over all that is unseen.
*
I love you all,
A. Willow
The sun shall rise on days that it’s coldest
The warm rays will peak out over the mountainside
To shine its light upon your head
And just when your thinking nothing can get better
The sun shall encompass you in all its glory.
There may be dark days but the sun will always rise.
*
Flowers bloomed in the meadow,
Where church bells rang of future.
The sunny rays streamed across the grass
And covered all that would never last.
The deer they grazed in eloquence of fate
But the bear hid in shadows of triumph.
The loon across the sandy lake
moved along with none.
*
So the church bells sing to the tune in one
With the essence of the meadow’s song.
Life flits by and the world still goes on.
Nothing has ended, it’s only just begun.
*
The couple stream from the wedding,
Hair flinging and a veil falling to the light.
They prance and laugh, and share a kiss of mirth,
For soon they shall experience birth.
*
Their beginning as a couple
Is a mystery, but we know they are double.
Twice the heart of love is many,
And too few is love where it is empty.
*
They come and go through the meadow of time
And soon their child comes of nine.
He sings and dances among the stars
The night has fallen, and there shall be scars.
But the little one doesn’t see,
For the night shelters thee.
Prancing along until the day
He enters God’s hand to say…
“When shall my life begin?
I’ve waited so long.
Never have I felt so empty,
Or lost without the cause of love.
There is no one’s hand to hold
No shoulder to cry upon.
Who shall lift me up,
And who shall I hug?”
*
Twenty years pass among the land,
Yet still the meadow lasts,
The man who cried to God one day
Now holds a child’s hand.
They laugh and play, and sing a song
Of no worries and no woes.
Instead they sing of fate and love,
In the meadow’s everlasting song.
A lot of the time I wonder, “What am I doing?”
I look to God, asking him if I’m taking the right route, and if there is somewhere else I’m supposed to be. It’s not that I feel incomplete, but I’m in that stage in my life where life is taking me on it’s waves and I don’t get to choose my destination. I can try to paddle one way or another, but if I force it too much I can be way off course.
So here I am, sitting in my hometown coffee shop wondering, “why?”.
You know, I’m confident in myself and my capabilities. I reach where I want to go, but if fate doesn’t agree with my plan, how am I supposed to stay on this road?
It’s only been recently that each time these questions come up, that I’ve answered with my heart.
Of course I’m on the right track. I’m doing what I love, and I’m striving to be better everyday. If that’s not the right path than what is?
Sometimes on our paths the foliage will be thicker and we can’t see the destination. The signs pointing us in the right direction disappear or are smudged with indecision, but still, we follow where our feet lead. I tell my feet where to go and I can jump off the path and create a new one any time I want. God is with me, and with my heart leading my feet there is no more doubts. I will be where I want to, in some form or another, and it might take a while, and it might not be as soon as I wish it to be, but it will come.
Strive for your dreams. It won’t happen on it’s own, you have to make the best part of you available to the world before greatness takes you.
Love,
A. Willow
My joints don’t work,and my hip hurts
The old bruises are of my past.
Never once had I thought
That my youth would never last.
I wasted my time upon this earth
Wishing that I had done more with my worth
For my talents lie, in how I touch the sky,
And yet the blindness of childhood took me.
I get out of bed, not once, but twice,
For I’ve fallen and can’t get up.
The bruises on my back are so old now,
But yet, my memories are worse.
There is nothing on this earth
That can make it all better,
Once you’ve wasted away.
So go my loved ones,
Take care of yourself,
Before your bruise becomes your crutch.
My back is fine, my ailment- age,
And my true spirit now lies in the day.
If only I had known that love is what had grown
When we do it God’s way.
I smile now, as I see you there,
Dressed all pretty and nice,
And yet I frown, inside somehow,
Stressing on how you’ll waste it away.
So go my young ones, fly above the trees,
And soar to what you believe,
It’s in your heart, forever marked,
The job that really does please.
I can’t stress it enough my children,
that you worry and bash too much,
And instead of fighting
Over your whining
Just take to steps, and jump.
You move much quicker than I do now,
The old turtle that I am,
But too fast do you fly by the rose,
That helps you appreciate the sky.
Love, and be merry,
From within the heart it starts,
The treasure of all that begins.
For upon the door of your heart,
Is the century of life that wins.
Goodbye my children,
My little ones in thought,
And know this one thing.
The next time you fly by the door,
You may never see the wind.
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