Thoughts on love, life, writing and friends.
Tuesday, 20 December 2011
it's not normal to sit on your couch, pout about your life, have your husband and children do all kinds of chores and pay your way, meanwhile complaining that you have to make their lunches. Even if you were perfectly organized and helpful, do you actually think all the materials would make you happy! All I'm saying is, what is really your problem? people, lack of fortune, opportunity, emotional stress and honestly, solve it! I never seem to measure up to people like that, and I'm starting to see, It's just not me.
Monday, 19 December 2011
Song of Soloman 8:10
"I was a wall, and my breasts were like towers; Then I became in his eyes as one who finds peace
Saturday, 17 December 2011
My branch
My branch...
is like a long piece of rhubarb covered in white
glossing like the moist waters of Lebanon
is like a long piece of rhubarb covered in white
glossing like the moist waters of Lebanon
Thursday, 15 December 2011
A Husband Redeemer
you licked my heart about a month ago, maybe three weeks
you took pleasure, delight in its savory taste
you did that and a minute later
looked in my eyes and asked
'is that ok'?
as long as your body is mine alone
I replied
you took pleasure, delight in its savory taste
you did that and a minute later
looked in my eyes and asked
'is that ok'?
as long as your body is mine alone
I replied
Wednesday, 14 December 2011
The heart...
It is a treasure and a hope
Many do not know much about the heart
We study the body and the emotions
But seldom the heart and its abrasions
It is a yay or a nay
It is a place to find truth and peace
when the world sits on our backs
rebuking our beasts.
It is my place of refuge
what i refer to when i'm lost
I sit back in the chair of its quarters
asking for its insights
I treat it as a piece of my body
That brings nourishment and comfort
It understands my folly
reminding me it's ok
In my own special way
It tests the waters of pain and
assures me when i'm ready for another day
The heart is not just a mark of
deception, loss and vain
It is a treasure and a hope
Many do not know much about the heart
We study the body and the emotions
But seldom the heart and its abrasions
It is a yay or a nay
It is a place to find truth and peace
when the world sits on our backs
rebuking our beasts.
It is my place of refuge
what i refer to when i'm lost
I sit back in the chair of its quarters
asking for its insights
I treat it as a piece of my body
That brings nourishment and comfort
It understands my folly
reminding me it's ok
In my own special way
It tests the waters of pain and
assures me when i'm ready for another day
The heart is not just a mark of
deception, loss and vain
Tuesday, 13 December 2011
Monday, 12 December 2011
The last breath
I never knew that it would last like this
I never saw it coming like that
He left me in a breeze and I thought he can go, he can pass by me
Why should I wait?
Why should I slumber with such a scavenger
He was coasting with the nines of thousands
he didn't wait for my call
But his voice beckoned me like a roaring sea
I didn't even have anyone, no one to be found
I had left my lover 6 months past, no more to be found
But the Lord's raging sea took my life
His breath that gave me song
He bled me in the desert storm
and I don't know why
Why Lord why have you forsaken me
I did as you told, I said it out loud
Then he sent the seas a thousand fold to bring me to call
I cried in tears I have sinned
I wanted the world when I could have had you
But I didn't understand back then
I longed for his touch, the smell of his cheek, the calm of his voice and the stare of his love
He is my shining armour, my noon star, he is my breath, the very breath I breathe
The breathe that ignites life in me
When I am weak, he literally picks me up out of my darkness and calls me to his feet
His presence delights in me and calls me blessed
How could I love a man like he like this oh God I cried?
How can a young woman stay this strong and yet know all is fine
Great is my reward, for I never stared in a young man's mind
But the moment I believed
I see what ther Lord meant
Though I did not realize my mistake, I was blinded, but led
I thought I deserved his touch but the Lord said no
I did not know why, I could not fathom his call
But I have given up a man I loved oh God, I thought this was everything I loved for
In this I would follow your Word oh God
But then I really lost my life, I lost my hope, I lost my spot
I still don't understand, I think it is lame
But I did it because it gave me a reason to live
To hold onto a last breath which is better than death
Thursday, 8 December 2011
I could fall in love with anyone, in any moment - his touch ,smell ,sight makes me feel in love, anywhere, anytime; but there's a touch of one soul that makes you realize love has really been found! It's a deep connection; it manifests itself in a longing to fellowship and brings a completeness and wholeness to the hearts of the two lovers. I could have met so many men before his time, but instead he came first among a handful of them, to show me the true essence of pure love; but I don't yet know what this love means to me. I don't know enough of the person he is and or what I am to him.
Saturday, 3 December 2011
On Love at first sight
Love can change you heart, so all your tears subside under a feeling of relief. In that moment, you let go of all regrets, because what matters is what's fueling your heart, what's standing in front of you. when parents don't show, but all you're headed to is a life in the rearview of a girl and her life - don't fret, because the canvas is newly being prescribed, from shadows to meadows. Faces can show feelings, unguarded by the movement of disguise in such times, to reveal true likenesses and even a distance from inside. She stands with a meagre hope of what she can not know, already disfigured by the calmness in her voice. She possesses not the ecstatic aweness of virgin expectation, but a carefree jubillation of celebration, staring into space by her imagination. But beyond all this, love flourished from an inner knowing, a mysterious count of the heart, that knows its found the person for whom it first fell. It must stand strong though until its surety is proved that is can bound all odds and send for the vikings in its place!
Love sarah, on this December 3, 2011.
Love sarah, on this December 3, 2011.
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