Tiny Flower

scribblings while sitting in church, it was relevant to the sermon...i WAS listening. promise.

Fail not, tiny flower. Your beauty, unparalleled, gives you no argument for the shortcomings you have sought as reason. For too long have your petals fallen with the weight that accompanies your doubt. No longer is there cause for your eyes to drown. Lift yourself with confidence to see the sun that loves so brilliantly. As you accept the warmth of his rays such doubt dissipates, shying away to recesses irrelevant. Let your petals grow strong. Let your roots reach deep. Raise your eyes upwards to declare what has saved you.

Beyond the Pane

just a little something that started with an image in my head...probably something i will come back to and expound on and expand.

Please let it be. Let me see what lies beyond the pane. My silent world unattainable as it was when I first stepped forth. For years have I stared, watching and breathing with little else to distract me from where I desire to walk.

Yet it is I, burdened behind the glass, whose wistful eyes glaze in yearning at the rolling drifts. They align with nature’s pattern, frozen beautifully to capture the stillness of human absence. What eyes can see, feet can only covet as fabricated sensations are forced to suffice.

Years of stagnancy expire as my lungs expel a tired sigh; perhaps my feet were never meant to tread among the bitter clouds. The threshold, clouded with angst, disallows my passage as it has for ages. I will never cross to where comfort does not lie.