a glowing heiroglyph

March 2cnd. God is worth much more than medals.

a glowing heiroglyph

a t.v was on, endless noise
the summer brought new frequencies
it was a new season of life
under one heiroglyph;drawn
cascading into our present
each picture grounds us to
what man cannot create
there is gold among the art

see how special our world is
His eyes made people to be;wealthy
abundant in talent, kindness, grace
with a servants heart
your heartbeat worth more
spread those wings today
be a bird coloring outside the lines
flakes of gold on skin;shimmer
in the sun these morsels rise
warm air guides the bluebird
to the nest of gods landscape

the age of gold dotted america
atheletes are at the games
rings of dirt and grass;practice
buildings of skill and strength
moments of glory are temporary
your footsteps alongside his
no medal can compare undoubting
this test has brought new experiences

if awards were based on character;
the ounces of god would be unlimited
and shine down on us with great applause

Ombre Petals

Febuary 24th

jer 29 11-13

we think we are in our own world and that nobody is going through the same thing. we tend to not let God in. He rises with us  and is there to ground us with light. the light that brings hope and a future.

Ombre Petals

plans are imperfect excellence
He knows all you need every minute
gifts given along the journey
turn from values into prosperity
money can't buy them
our hands will never craft them
your eyes won't see them
no matter what technology brings 

electric devices hold power to google
a word equal to faster
Gods magic uses a sundial

look at the beautiful sun
its reflection reminder of days
the shadow bigger than night or day
He is always near in times of healing
my calendar says spring has sprung
I'm still growing into tree canopies
which bears fruit on its branches
cloaking a world of stillness

a seed drops twisted into a windstorm
flying around untouched forest land
no maps find the route home
God never plants the flower here
one place you wanted
a gust scatters it among acorns
each raindrop 

a work of His patience

one sprout hard to spot lost
look at His hands who started
my life by a new found light
under this mighty oak tree
a great foundation to grow
the inner weave of roots and matter
water breathes life in small pockets
keeping nourished at the source
I can feel His lungs up and down
a constant peace for what's ahead

what may be a new pair of eyes
has seen your future today
He creates field of wildflowers
lightning strikes the dry ground
red yellow orange mix 

to form a heart

humble bees pollinate just one
God loves with vibrant hope
that ombres petals again and again
dip dyed with excellent adventures

pigments fly out in the air
each color part of my future
Gods hands show places people
and plans to prosper me
from dusk until hope
rises in the west
prayers are best He is
where my future rests

Neon Sunshine

Febuary 19th written

neon sunshine

a glimpse into the future is bright
the sun shines outside today
it feels like spring in middle of winter
sun shines through the curtains
3:15 in the afternoon seems like sunrise
oh hey are you awakened by the light
I am warmed up in its glow

a simple conversation that goes deep
friends connect on a sister level
the moment you realize its ok to cry
an owl wise with advice finds us
it really made us feel greater than...
the pain of lifes tiredness and frustration

hear my past;invigorate the present
one simple sentence can energize me
His name shown through neon lights
or the snow on an ordinary road
with each step hurting a little bit

eyes opened up to a torn mind
saddened by old thoughts;anger
a foundation on which I won't stand
hugs and what I needed to hear
positive thoughts, cry and kind to...
yourself in words and actions
inspired to bloom and grow

The mask of the mirror

 A mirror is the enemy of pretty. Back in the day it was a great invention that let you see your face. I almost wish we didn't have them. The more I look;the more don't like about myself. Vain or skewed we look at ourselves. It is how we think we look vs. How we look. It is mainly this idea that we do not really look like a stereotypical person in our culture. I really believe that plays a role in our insecurities. Makeup and procedures add a perfect element. People are never perfect humans. Since when does perfection equal unattainable. Celebrities make us all feel that way. The more money spent must mean a great Secret. Secrets of the flawless- that one person that you follow just to emulate them. I very much dislike that aspect of beauty. Every little thing they wear is criticized. I am glad our image is controlled by us and not posted to google 20 times over.
   Our image is uniquely ours. No money or time can change your beautiful. Filters,makeup,lighting all add up to mask. The mask of being a woman. Too much expectations that keep changing. The standards of beauty can be found in a tangible list. I am realizing that you have to do these things to be pretty. Never in history has women been more diverse get the same. I feel like they forget that we can pick and choose from the list. It is hard to list everything here. My list includes a nice body lotion,face mask,lip balm,and body spray. What gets to me is that in order to be pretty; you have to be feminine. A person who breathes in rainbows and exhales butterflies. I very much say that our gender should not matter 75% of the time. Packaging and scents should not be seperated by gender.

The mask of the mirror

each dresser comes with a mirror
a place for self reflection
is my hair looking good?
who am I today;everyday
a face glowing with a smile or
tears inside our image
trapped inside a kaleidoscope
slowly spinning out dazed
for how I look undefined by society

it is not written in stone
woman are seen through telescopes
am I who you expected to see?
why do I today;criticize my flaws
only seeing a fallen asteroid
interrupted by passing observer
a marvel hard to miss
they exclaim:but it is not round

through its narrow lens she looks
wanting something more perfect
the sky with endless depth
stars inside my glass universe
controlled by a switch on and off
we choose to show or hibernate
I am in a cave of brass artifacts
searching for gold

a world of abundance is feared
how many steps to courage
we paint our light from dark
till my stars glow beyond that lens

females are seen through store shelves
pink and roses are not universal
eyebrow pencils and self tanner;
clutter up the skies

where does God get purchased?
he's always sitting on the moon
I only see him without clouds
can I buy some of his love
maybe it will define who I am
being born a women;expectations
God holds them for ransom
shown the opposite,
right before society

my mirror traps whats to come
he teaches women to be kind, strong
learning to see happiness in people
doing more than our size dictates
not letting our gender become our mask
our reflections wiped clean turning
into shadows traveling the world