Charlotte Ann Randolphe (USA) Contact the author
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UNCERTAINTY
I'm falling in...
lost control.
Emotions break over me in waves
what can I do?
Sink into the sweet waters
or return to shore alone,
remain alone, be alone?
To stay I must depend on another,
complete trust and honesty must prevail.
What if I slip from your grasp?
I can't swim on my own
I'll drown in the deep waters of sorrow.
Confusion surrounds me,
I wish not to cling.
Just held in safety
floating in the sea of serenity.
I don't know what to choose
or which way to go.
My movements become sluggish,
I'm too weary to go on.
WINDOWS OF THE SOUL
Speaking without talking
communication without words,
no sound is needed
in this bond.
Reading the eyes of another,
seeing messages written within,
knowing what expression to reflect
in return.
Sometimes these windows are misty,
concealed by fog, in doubt.
The sparkle of an arc clears the coverage
revealing beautiful shining stars ..
What is this bond
between these windows of the soul?
The warmth they project
are as streams of sunlight
in the morning.
FEEL THE WARMTH
Feel the Warmth
Light.....
Awakening life.
Sparkling beams dancing on dew drops
spreading warmth through the soul.
Darkness.....
Eternal sleeping gloom,
oozing in a smothering blanket
of heaviness,
hardening softness.
Darkness hides it's eyes
slithering for cover.
Light caresses all it touches,
hiding no secrets.
Pure and blameless
these baskers of light,
obtaining warmth in freedom
by following the source.
Dark creatures cringe away,
brightness burning their eyes.
Fear prevents them.
Yet.....
Some reach out, curious.
They see light in some around them
though do not take outreaching hands.
Others grasp firmly onto the hand of love,
step into the light
filled with warmth they have never known,
comforted.
Reach out, feel the warmth.
Experience inner peace.
Grasp the hand from the light,
follow the source:
Jesus.
INTO THE WIND
I love him,
I love him not.
At my feet the petals fall
pausing briefly
a gust of wind, swept away.
The final result
forever changing,
alternating between two loves.
though one pulls petals for another,
the other treads upon their innocence.
The bloom transformed,
blushing pink to red.
Were these flowery predictions
finally coming true?
My flower fell, I could not grasp it,
Many careless, crushing it underfoot.
I love him,
I love him not.
The question still continues;
The petals blow around me
in confusion.
PLEASE LISTEN
What’s the matter?
..Oh, it’s nothing, I’m fine.
~ I desperately want to talk,
just press me a little more,
probe a little further and I’ll tell all…
Are you sure you’re okay?
.. Yes! I said I was…see?
~ If I fake this smile
Will I convince you?
Can’t hold it much longer..
Are you for real or is this
just doing your good deed for the day?…
If you face fell any further..
Would you like to talk about it?
I’m a good listener…
~ Well.. I really need to talk.
Keep going.. just a little more.
Encourage me and I’ll let it all flow..
I’m not leaving till you tell me..
I know there’s something wrong..
~ Go on.. do it!
You know you’ll feel better ~
..Well, I do have a problem,
are you sure you want to listen?
I’m sure.
..I really needed to tell you, you know..
Yes, I knew.