:: Rain Dance ::
It’s a rain dance on window panes
of the heart
pounding louder still.
Thrilling,
like the beat of a drum.
Though a sound is nearing
Thunder?
“Aye, a storm’s brewing”
Says the cap’n.
“Shut ‘em windows and take cov’r
Lest ‘em storms draw too near.”
A shiver of cold air brushing past,
It’s time to go inside
And wait out the storm,
Time to secure possessions
And hide within the safe place.
Then soon enough
Sunshine will follow.
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One-armed Paper Hangers.
Ever think about the origins of the everyday phrases we hear and repeat?
“I’ll keep my ears peeled.”
“If it were a snake, it woulda bit ya.”
“If his head weren’t attached, he’d lose it.”
“Oh, he’s just a little tub.” (Thanks Grandmommy for that one)
Or if you’re Southern *cough cough*, the degree of ridiculousness immediately increases by 1000%:
“That dog’ll hunt!” (Yes, this one is used in my house)
“Well don’t that just beat the fat off the hog.”
“I’m busier than a one-armed paper hanger.”
Additional variations:
“She’s busier than a one-legged stripper.”
“She’s busier than a bumble bee in a tulip patch.”
What are some of your favorites? Feel free to share!
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Square One
alas it’s come to this
the greatest of fears revealed
transpired
and the dreamer awakens
only to find that the dream,
it wasn’t real
or was it?
but nevertheless
hopes relinquished
and back to the starting line
there’s no collecting $200 after passing go
there’s no reward for starting over
except for a heightened awareness
that to protect, to preserve
is to persevere
to dream is to be a woman
to hope for something just out of grasp
is
to
be
human
.
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Tags: fear, hope, love, trust
Verde
I
want
to color
my world
in
shades
of
green.
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Dusk Encounters
Just a walk through the woods I thought, “oh, just past that park”,
And before I knew it, the sky was already dark
Heavy-heartedly strolling while the evening birds sang
All around me was music, but I wasn’t listening
My head was a whirlwind of impatience and fear
My eyes lowered slightly, suddenly flooded with tears
With knots in my stomach and my heart in my hands
I fell to the ground, losing all strength to stand
My God, oh My God, Where do I go from here?
When will I see my purpose? Has my “calling” drawn near?
Have I missed it? Do I have one? Is there value beyond this?
God, show me there’s more for me, more to accomplish
Dirt mixed with my tears pooling muddily below
With legs scratched and bleeding, I slowly arose
I wandered about beneath hovering old trees
Having no sense of direction, I felt less than at ease
Then I stumbled upon one tree, were those words on the side?
Carvings whose story told of erosion and time
I brushed away dirt, spelling out “D-E-S-T-I-N-Y”
Then I looked to the sky, hearing This voice whispering:
My daughter, my love, Have you no faith in me?
Do you think you’re forgotten, can you trust without seeing?
You are chosen – on purpose – and mean the whole world to me
You are why I gave my up Son at Calvary
Did I hear Him right? Am I going insane?
My Father, my Lord, He knows me by name?
He’s heard my cries, He’s dried all of my tears
Though alone in the woods, I felt my Father so near
So I ran from that spot all the way back to my home
Ne’er looking back to where that promise was made known
And now I’ll fix my eyes on the road lying ahead
Trusting, standing firmly, believing what He has said.
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Tags: faith, hope, trust
Chasing Wind
She chases wind, trying to catch it in her hands
she grabs for it, but it slips between her fingers
the essence of it, she feels across her face
she hears its whispering her name
but cannot see its direction, she cannot determine its source
Its power is evident,
its presence, undeniable
But no matter how hard she tries
She can’t put it in her pocket
Or lock it in her treasure chest
Feeling it come, and feeling it go
she knows not when it will return again
And its memory, she holds onto
and though she’s still chasing it,
the wind lingers only within her heart
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Tags: hope
Unraveled
Layers of my heart are being torn apart
Like some piece of decomposing yarn whose fibers are only held together
By time and by the
Lack of movement
By nothing to challenge its consistency
It makes sense only because it remains the same
And it has always been that way
I’m unraveling at the seams
And I don’t mind at all
The patched up holes in my heart
are being examined with a magnifying glass
Determining their origin and assessing the recovery
First step. Is. Boldness.
Bound by fear and held captive by my own sense of preservation
I hold back. I hold my head under water and wait for something to save me
Its not that I’m reliant on another source, but that I don’t realize the very thing I’ve bound myself in
Is destroying me, my hope. My future.
My capacity to Love
has such rigid parameters
assuming that I would even allow myself to truly do so in the first place…
No matter. I walk on a thin line. A balance beam between genuine interest and some superfluous deal of attraction keeps me from falling. Falling in love.
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Seeds
In time, in the right season,
I know that growth and life will spring forth
From the planted ground.
Where the seed has been planted
And now, with great care
Nurtured by the daily watering from Man
And the Light of the Son, something buds,
Blooming marvelously in shades that only God could create
Thus proving the origin of this Life.
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Tags: planting
Storyboards
Life is a storyboard. It always paints a bigger picture than each individual scene. All of the pieces are connected somehow… And they make up fantastic tales about the realities of walking through a fallen world.
So, I really have not written in awhile. Oops. For those of you [faithful souls!] who are subscribed to my blog here on briniloo.com, you may notice a trend. When I do write, it certainly comes in spurts – brief moments of enlightenment where I seize the opportunity to soak up revelation and understanding.
I don’t want to write fluff or page-filling anecdotes that lack substance. I write in hopes of understanding God, others, and myself more fully. My desire is to achieve that for the reader(s) as well.
Each portion that I share is some degree of exposure – whether directly or indirectly – into my heart. So, forgive my silence and thank you for your patience as I piece together my thoughts and words into a cohesive manner that I pray is relevant for your life as well.
My storyboard is full of dramatic encounters, uber boring moments, laughter, tears, and a hefty load of stupidity. There are chapters with a broken heart and chapters with dreams re-birthed. I’m still figuring out my story. And I’m so glad you’re along for the ride! Should be adventurous!
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Tags: writing
Light!
Light! Light the Night with your flame
Expose the darkness, reveal the Truth!
And let it be known that in those secret places
Of the Room
Where layers of dusty cobwebs and decomposing dreams
Cover ground like a grimy film
There lies beneath that matter, treasures!
Treasures so well hidden that the keeper of the Room had forgotten their existence
This Room, a series of four dark chambers
Is tucked away in the Center
Guarded with soldiers by day and fences by night,
Not even the keeper of the Room had visited in some time
Nevertheless, such Light has brought the keeper back
To investigate and dig through,
To uncover and re-discover,
To wipe off the dust and shine the Light upon them
Once again.
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