| A friend of mine who has multiple disabilities wrote the following poems
Bleached
When the honeymoon is over no more blueberry pie,
Skinny dipping with yellow tinged sky.
Your touch once caressed my heart,
Now your words leave a mark that will forever
Bleach my psyche.
Sink
My heart sinks
Into Yours
Inhaling Your love
To starve my
Brokenness
Inhale
Inhaling mercies,
Glory glow flame.
To smother insanities,
Fingernails that have
Become embedded
Within my psyche.
Keeper of Tears
Caught an angel's tears,
Stuck them in my pocket.
She took the time to convey
Why they wanted me to savour
Each tear like it was a taste from the gods.
The angel whispered tenderly.
I saw an old woman cry over a lifetime love lost,
She clutched a single white rose
As she murmured "goodbye!"
The angel said to me,
I leave you in charge
Of all the fallen tears I capture,
Because you can bring them hope.
Hold them eternally, destiny one.
Etched Within Their Wings
Angels whispering to me
Shattering the darkness that enslaves me in leg irons cold.
They enlarge my heart's capacity
To grasp hold of the river's love that continuously flows –
Like a gushing torrent from the throne of glory glow.
Angels waiting to bathe the tips of their wings
To protect the messages etched within so they can fly
And lace our dreams in destiny.
Just Because
Give us this day our daily bread
So we can be reflectors
Of your glory love.
May angels sing
From your heart to mine.
Inscribe treasures
In the pockets of my heart.
Glory love,
Flow deep,
Endlessly.
So destiny
Sing long,
Your love songs just for me.
Delicate Visions
Golden feathers tenderly placed over my resting head
So I can capture visions of the glory realm
And imprint them delicately on the outside of my soul.
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