Seeking My Voice ... My Lover.

That character who hesitates in raw twilight.

I want to cup his obscure knowledge into my hands.

I want to scoop him like spring ... and sip.

I want to sculpt his hidden meanings into words.

I want to probe his language, feel his tongue ... unwrap preserving veneers.

Sliding poetic fingers into me, he empowers my spirit to recite what his hands help create.

I yield to his greatness with difficult ease.

He enters me again, and again, as sacred lyrics swim.

His name is on my sigh.

So now, and through the remainder of our days, when we grab for our own pen ... I will sense the stroke of him.

The taste, the sight, the sound of me will linger.

And our hands, our thoughts, will reach.

© brooke brookreson

I knew it was going to blow at any moment ... I knew I was treading dangerously ... figuratively, and literally.

I asked for mercy, yesterday, only to have it blow up in my face today ... figuratively, and literally.

But I am not sad ... the tears from yesterday are smiles today.

I thank God I made it to the bank in time to keep the wolves away from the door, so to speak, and I thank God my daughter wasn't with me ... I thank God for CEM, and all the no-strings Love there ... I thank God for all the doors He is opening, and for all the Doors He is slamming shut ... I thank God for my Guardian Angels ... I thank God for all He is revealing ... and I thank God for His Perfect Timing.

Seriously, not only did He make a bold proclamation Himself, loud and clear, at the best most Perfect Time for a proclamation to be made ... He helped me make a bold proclamation as well: 

I knew it was going to blow. At any moment. And I warned. And, guess what, it blew.
I knew it was dangerous. At every moment. And I warned. And, guess what, it was dangerous.

I asked for mercy, yesterday, asked for just a little bit of time ... please let me fix this tire ... and I didn't get it.

Come to find out .... had I gotten it, it would NOT have been in my best interest at all.

Instead, I got a way better "mercy" today ... a mercy that I can, and will, take to the bank.
 
And, oddly enough, the danger of a blown tire protected me from a far more dangerous danger ... a dangerous "danger" that I can, and will, also, take to the bank.

God's Timing really IS perfect ... He knows what He is doing ... All things Work for the Good, and I do mean ALL THINGS ... all things.

Give thanks to God for He is Good ... He, who alone, doeth Great Works ... His kindness shall always endure ... His mercy never fails.

Amen.

I would like to tell y'all about my fondest memory of Great-Aunt Bea.

If you know me from my old blog, and my previous online presence, you know that I am a big advocate of holistic health.  Aunt Bea was the first one to introduce me to home remedies ... and I've been fascinated ever since. She taught me to have an open mind.

Bea was a petite lady, very poised, and easily admired for her gentle nature and kindness to all.  She was a dedicated Christian, and played the organ for years at her church. She spoke in a soothing whisper.

One mid-February day, about this time of year, not too long before she died, I went to visit her .... I had heard she was lonely and no one visited her much anymore.

Of course, it brightened up the cold, dreary day for her when her doorbell rang and she saw me grinning there. 

It brightened up the blah-day for my Self too.

While we were visiting, I kept taking in her small living room ... all the flowers, all the photographs, all the delicate figurines, all the lace and pink accents ... but I was always drawn to her organ.

I asked Aunt Bea if she would play for me.

She was so happy making her way to the majestic, old organ and sitting down at it, and waiting for it to warm up ... she patted the small space next to her on the bench, and motioned for me to come join her.

Aunt Bea was already going into a flowy introduction to an old, moving gospel song when I noticed a translucent, ivory-colored floppy-looking thing draped over the shelf part of the organ that holds the sheet music .... what in the world!?!? 

"Aunt Bea? What is that."

She nodded her head up and down, smiling with her eyes happy-wide, and exclaimed, waving it in the air, "Oh yes! Isn't it wonderful? It really works. But I doubt it would help you though. You don't have an organ."

"What is it."

Aunt Bea went on to describe how she was walking her little Pomeranian through the park across the street a few months ago, and found a little squishy square packet on the ground. She put it in her pocket, and looked it over real good later when she got home and got Flossy fed. She recanted how the directions said to place it on the organ, and it would help prevent the spread of disease.

I could feel the tips of my ears pulsing ... my face had to have been so very red ... it was hot, and I was horrified.

"Aunt Bea I don't think that is what it is for. At all."

I will never forget the look on her face.

"Oh, no, sweet child, it is. Do you know I haven't had the flu all winter!"

I, literally, fainted.