"Rain Child dancing" For Lydia (written in 2005)

Rain Child dancing-
Free as can be
Catching the shifting winds
Colliding with the waves
Come, freedom, come
Catch her as she falls
Down into the depths
Of all that she regrets
Come, oh freedom come,
Wipe away the tears
Replace the rust for gold
And hold her to your side.

Erase away the ugliness
Clogging beautiful eyes
Cleanse the broken soul
Mend the dirty hems.
Come, oh healer, come
And kiss the wounds away
Never say goodbye, and
hold her as she cries
Come, oh healer, come
Find the filthy parts
And wash them clean as snow.

Make her new again, like a child.
Free to love, free to be in the arms of the King.

Renew, rebuild, rebirth-
The brutality of gnashed teeth-
Blow away like wishes in the breeze.
Far from all she knows
Allow her to fall,
If it’s into your arms
Come, oh Lover, come
And nurse a bleeding heart,
Come, oh Lover, come
And love her every part.

"Life is too short"

Why can we not ever dive in and expect to fall?
What are we so afraid of?
Someone seeing  all your flaws,
knowing your history,
healing your wounds?
Why is it so hard to be vulnerable?
To be beautiful?
To be real?
Why must we complicate the truth with lies,
Redeem Satisfaction with pride?
Life is too short my friends, too short!
Instead, why don't we try to say "why not"
Dive in and expect to fall, and that's OK!
To stand unafraid of being vulnerable,
unafraid of beauty, that is so bright in you.
To be ourselves, without a measuring stick comparing you and me!
To be honest, even if it is the most painful thing!
To be satisfied, without making others feel worthless!
that would be a long-lived life!
That would be worth living for!

"Paper and Color"

Paper laying white,

Open canvas,

Waiting to be found.

Colors surround and shimmer

Waiting to let go.

Together we dance,

Unafraid of the romance,

Together we collapse

Ready anytime, now.

I am ready to be yours

If you are ready to be mine,

Maybe together we can shine

Just paper and color, entwined.

"Spirit"

I want to see my spirit wildly,

Dance in the breeze

I want to see my spirit crazily,

Laugh out loud with ease,

I want my spirit fanatically,

To love all that it sees.

Freely I release you, spirit

Fly away free

Sweetly I urge you to

Let yourself be

You, are all you will ever have

You are all you will ever need

So, soul, love yourself entirely

And you will truly SEE! 

Picture taken from www.riverhunt.org

"Jars of self" (the bad grammar is meant to represent imperfection)

Versions of myself I have put in jars,

On a shelf for safe keeping,

Hoping one day to reopen them and be refreshed

Because there is something about this self I despise.

Contentment lies within the lines

And the glass is ready for the breaking.

Do I dare open it and risk the learning,

The moving on, the going forward, the growing up

Or do I hoard the memories, the visions of myself I hold onto dear?

I give up

I give up the longing

I give up the yearning to be happy

What is happy?

Why can’t I feel it?

Because I am not totally free,

I am not totally lost in He who has made those selfs, in those jars

That hold this clay together in His caring hands,

Because I have not given myself away to be loved,

By a love that keeps on loving no matter the person I become.