A Girl Child

Learning to Love!

2008-11-09T16:23:00.000-08:00

It’s all about learning to love.
It’s all about learning to forgive and having the courage to look back and not blame anyone, including yourself.

“Be quick to forgive, my mother always told me, and be sure to be as quick to forgive yourself as you do others.”

Forgiving is making a choice to forgive – It is a decision.
How do you forgive and love when the feelings are not there? You CHOOSE to do so. Keep it simple and your feelings and your heart will eventually follow.

It’s all about learning to love.
It’s all about learning how to view the past and move not only forward, but UPWARD!

© Salem

Trust the Child

2008-07-21T15:22:00.001-07:00

This is to remind you to trust the child inside you who learned a long time ago that you have to fall a few times before you can walk. This is to help you remember the light-hearted, land-on-your-feet spirit from God that is within you, and the never-give-up prizefighter you can be when you want to.This is to tell you that you've got what it takes ~ It's been in you all along; just waiting for you to believe again. If you ever forget, just take a look in the mirror at the wonderful, powerful person that God made you to be ~ because that's the you that others see, and are inspired by, and love so very much.

The Wildness of the Color

2008-07-21T15:20:00.001-07:00

It is the wildness of the color that causes my heart to stir and resound with song -
It causes my belly to go longing,
And then I am not at rest with anything that comes along.
I can only be satisfied with the tide of the slumber that wakes me in the middle of the night, and the choreographed dreams where yellow becomes a resting place.
Somehow it all does not seem right,
These colors that continue in dance throughout the night.
They pulsate within my heart and turn me to another place,
But somehow through it all I can see God’s face!

There is Love

2008-07-21T14:58:00.000-07:00

In the quiet of an enduring pain through time
And at the end of what seems like a place where
I cannot bear the words of my accusers

There is Love

In the moments when the shadows seem to cause my despairing heart
To stand alone in the mire where a tall building with no windows has been erected

There is Love

It is here that I am finally submitted and it is here that I am at rest
I know no other force that pursues me with such consistent blaze that does not burn
Crooked flames like witchy fingers try to envelope me
Curling their way into my soul
Their dark prongs blistering my body from the intense heat.

The slavery of this familiar place causes me now to turn and run the other way
And those who desire to keep me become consumed by lighting a match against me

Then Love runs to meet me as I spread my arms to embrace the air between the flames
Breathing Love is how I live.

Mag's Legacy

2004-11-20T14:19:00.000-08:00

Flamboyant they say

I think it's GREAT to be called an eccentric, radiant flame

Full of the glow and the supreme flair

It must have been God to have put it in there.

Only He could devise such an electric disguise

Straight from the secret place and into this realm

It does have a way of building a cover; although most do not see

That the very flame that we carry, you and me

Is for the empty and weary who have lost sight of the sublime

Filling the dry, spent vessel and restoring its intended shine.

So much that tries to crush the intensity of the blaze

Always keeping a cap on the wings of the fancy flier

Those who are afraid of the wind that we carry and the depth of the desire

They miss the innocence that crowns the expression of the flight,

So they stay on the way they know

Too much expression, too much bright.

Oh, what can we say

It is just the way for the sacrifice of this fire

To walk lonely on a path that is eternal

It truly will never end

You are an ornament to be cherished

My flamboyant, resplendent friend.

A Revealing

2004-11-20T14:07:00.000-08:00

I am put together by the wind

It blows and my pieces come together to form the sky

Rising up into realms yet unknown

The colors of the rainbow passing by and causing my substance to cry

Oh sacred is that which by the wind is cast

A mercury gathering; a pattern revealed

Coming from a time that once stood still

When will the moment of the song begin

Not until eternity turns out and then in

Past The Dance

2004-11-19T21:38:00.000-08:00

I look past the former reign and come on through,
A wider place to settle now,
A glance at what is new.
I saw you once but left and turned
Always and ever you reach for me and I burn with the touch of your desire and the sense of your longing for me,
A place to remain in your holy fire.

Can I not draw to the flames within that cause me to come back and pull from the sound and meet you where we first did understand?
A place where the dance began and creativity became a man.

The Writer Within

2004-11-19T20:32:00.000-08:00

The rhythm of words - Sounds captured and through the voice and pen
For so long I have desired to begin

by offering a free course

of the love-making I have known with Him.

A Psalmist's heart is inspired by the very presence and knowing of God
The eternal, all comprehensible Lord of creation.

The magnitude of each encounter comes to a passionate end

by producing songs from heaven and The Writer Within.