Personal Narrative-The Sound Of A Tear

The Sound of a Tear

A single tear can do so much. It can create a kingdom. A kingdom in which the very Creator wipes away the tear before it hits the face. It sometimes generates a breeze of wind that lingers. He gets into the origin of the tear and pits the groan that we might bear it. It’s not easy to be lonely; have friends yet be friendless in the sense. The effect is we see clearer as the day approaches. He hears the cry of our inner being, and before the thought manifests that would cause disarray in our world, serves to dispel the dark forces, move them to the light and we albeit go through . . .

Question for Love

I’ve searched so long for you. I’ve looked, I’ve waited, I’ve cried, I’ve lied, I’ve searched so long for you. I thought

Do not despair, for my soul has already been there. My eyes have beheld the magnificence of the supernatural. He saw me in a pitiful state and had mercy on me. I was rejected, scorned, mocked, and misunderstood. He rescued me from a pit of doom and a cauldron of mayhem. He set me on high in a place where I could escape—anytime, anyplace, anywhere. It’s my special place, a spiritual place, and it’s oh so real. The natural seems like a dream, and the worlds collide. So in the stillness of my soul, places I’ll never see, faces I’ll never know, depths I shall not reach, I shall ascend to the heights unknown, and the mystery is revealed,

My Heart

Loving you ’ere there is no ending

Feelings taken flight, caught in utter suspension

Captured at the sound of your emotion

Filled with warmth and aspire to be my solace.

Needing you ’ere there is no beginning

Once in sight, founded in my psyche

Listening to your unspoken voice

Shall our journey now forge ahead?

The Touch of My Man on My Body

His touch is extremely gentle, as though I was made of glass.

He is tender and soft in his touch and treats me like I would break

Always unassuming in his posture toward me, putting my comfort in front.

Is that too much for you? Are you okay? Only to get the words my heart loves to hear.

I’m ready to climax, and seconds later there erupts an explosion of love catapulting him to another realm.

Sleep normally follows, and I feel cheated when that is not allowed to happen.

I kiss his forehead, his lips, his cheeks, and he says, “Oh yeah, baby . . .”

Wandering Mind

Rippling through my head like a waterfall

Cascading into the deep

My soul longing for the more of the unknown

Yet clinging to the familiar,

Juggling two worlds neither which collide

The spirit and the natural cohabiting a being.

It Doth Not Yet