My Spirit, My Space

[Keturah]

The Beginning of a Love Story


I've only been made love to once in this lifetime.
Had my skin touched from a forever breeze, from the Divine.
At first, I apologized for being so serene,
That feeling I felt washed me clean, because my secrets, I redeemed.
You know how the sun feels when it's peaking from the horizon?
The glow the sunrays send is like Jesus rising.
I was talking, whispering, shouting and crying.
And then that breeze came, once again,
Feel good to my skin..............
Then the whispers from that breeze spoke to me..................
In the rain I walked in my worry, He said, be at ease.
I looked behind me to see who was speaking to me.
No one was there, so who could this be?

A butterfly flew beside me as if he was my partner, and the voice said, I am your Father.
You weep sweet child, and you don't know what to do. You're in so much confusion and you don't have a clue. Not once have you called on my name, walking with your head down feeling shame. Hold fast, be still and let it be, my word will indeed set you free. Collect your thoughts, and appreciate this hour, your soul is mine, like a blooming flower. I sit on your shoulder and you shove me away. I'll give you another chance to do it my way. Now that you have collected your thoughts and gathered your feelings, I tell you let it go to the universe, the results of your dealings. Love Me, the Highest, the Alpha, Omega. Watch for manifestations because I am the Creator..............

I stuck my finger out, the butterfly flew on,
I decided right then that the battle was won.
I inhaled a chance to be reborn,
Opened my heart, and there goes my storm.
My arms were stretched out and I started to confess.
My tongue was speaking, I felt refreshed.
When I opened my eyes, I knew right then,
That this is where my life begins.....................

copyright September, 2006

[Lady Blue]

I also have a piece called, "In the beginning" (lol) .... so I am really feeling you. The picture is awesome..Much love

[Lady Blue]

Lovely writing!!! I have one called Storms also. Amazing how in life so many of us say the same things in different ways... Write on... Much love

[Keturah]

My Storm

My boat rocks like a tornado in session.
My storm comes.
I'm praying for it to pass,
I’m waiting for a recession.

Hope, and wishful thinking,
A plan, for disconnection.
My rain is full of joy unseen.
A blemished face, but a spirit ready to be redeemed.
My head is filled with treasures that no one cared to brush up against,
The twinkle in my eyes is forth coming a wonder that want to be persist.
The touch of my fingers guide my hard earned.
It is gentle, yet rough, yearning to be taught and learned.
My storm is hard and dark. Like a rainstorm ready to start.
My storm, confused with mishap, from the clouds in the sky.
I'm waiting for the sun rays to make me high.
There are corruptions of possibilities, of mystery, from me.
I am that possibility, a conception of being.
My storm.
A touch filled with passion, no promises,
Compassion, and indefinite compromises.
My words filled with truth and integrity.
A walk that shows I've got dignity.
I'm praying for a quiet, for right now my storm is out of control,
Ringing me dry.
My touch, so sweet and serene, turned into a batter. Confusing my lips for it’s own splatter.
My kiss is supposed to bring some calm to my friend, my man, and my kinfolk.
Instead, even my presence is some type of joke..
Rain, rain, go away
Bring me back my gentle way. Bring my smile back to stay.

1/4/03