danza sacra

Just as the 
      cardinals
& the sparrows

 chase after one
        another
& twirl mid air
    in some secret
dance of 
      Spring,

 so God desires 
    our relationship
to be 
   like these 
feathered ones... 

 a sacred dance,

    both intimate 
       & playful,

ever pursuing one
      another...

 Our song
      a beautiful melody, 
a testament of our
     love for one another... 

 under a canopy 
        of green
He romances 
      my soul, 

taking me under
    His wing, 
He shelters me
    from the storm...

    He is my Guardian,

my Source, 

    the lover of my soul, 

my partner
   in this sacred duet, 

 this hallowed
           dance. 

Demons

  Hidden deep within

the things of which 
   I swore I'd never
speak
 raise their ugly head
to be confronted
  once & for all,

only now
  I'm stronger, 
     more determined
than ever... 

 If I back down
   now,
the ghosts of my past
   will forever haunt
my path...

If I face my demons, 
    only God knows 
 the depths I'll have 
   to descend
in order to
       rise above... 

But I must
  rise above... 

I will learn
   what I must
from them

  and purge myself
of the rest... 

then, and only 
   then, will I 
lay these demons 
   to rest. 

I can hear
   every flap & flutter
of their wings
    as they
chase each other 
    from branch to branch
& tree to tree... 

Occasionally they'll take
   a break
to come say hello
   or to fly circles 
around me...

Their bright red feathers
    flash in the 
       bright morning sun

as their songs,
   crisp & clear,
      pierce the 
humid air
    like a symphony 
 that stretches
       for miles... 

morning melodies

 the sound of the rain
       kissing the earth
reaches my ears 

   as my eyes take in 
the brilliant greens
  of nature
that surround me... 

 the birds' songs 
   echo
off the trees
   & penetrate 
the every weakening 
   walls around 
my heart... 

  they speak to me 
with enchanting melodies
   at once
drawing me outside
   myself
and deep within.. 

 I soak in 
      the beauty 
of my city

as I prepare 
   to leave it behind. 

the daughter of Da Vinci

full of childlike curiosity,
walking with grace & poise,

expression revealing
contemplative concentration
& wisdom 
beyond her years,

eyes hinting of 
the mystery within,

an extraordinary specimen,
a free spirit
& child of the earth,

a creator and vessel of
beauty