afraid of the unknown,
wounded by the past,
and deliberately seeking
control of the future
a girl searched for
love
hope
and strength
to move on.
but,
in the process,
a woman
certain of her fears
weaknesses
and doubts
found that
fear besets perceived certainty
and surrounding fragility is
the peace of the unknown.
[atelier] latrice
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
grace.
what once was
a selfish request
for physical provision
is now
an ever present truth
of unlimited favor
and justice.
absolutely maybe.
the potential possibility
and nudging notion
that maybe,
just maybe,
my childhood self
was on to something.
maybe, just maybe,
the fairy tale is true,
and was written long ago.
an intimate love story,
between Maker and His beloved,
that unravels with each day.
absolutely, absolutely
an intimate adventure unfolds,
that reveals hope and love,
freedom and peace,
and faithfulness above all.
dreams were tabulated,
and now manifest
beyond belief.
absolutely, absolutely,
this truth may be
destiny.
and nudging notion
that maybe,
just maybe,
my childhood self
was on to something.
maybe, just maybe,
the fairy tale is true,
and was written long ago.
an intimate love story,
between Maker and His beloved,
that unravels with each day.
absolutely, absolutely
an intimate adventure unfolds,
that reveals hope and love,
freedom and peace,
and faithfulness above all.
dreams were tabulated,
and now manifest
beyond belief.
absolutely, absolutely,
this truth may be
destiny.
presence.
continually chasing
the unknown,
consistently craving
love and devotion,
passion and perfection
and rest for my soul.
but not as the world chases,
nor craves
but as eternity breathes,
so do I.
Longing for the presence
of absolute peace in my heart
and of my spirit,
no longer blind to challenge,
but, rather,
free to soar.
Trapped in this cage
of trepidation and threat,
my heart longs for
Your presence.
the unknown,
consistently craving
love and devotion,
passion and perfection
and rest for my soul.
but not as the world chases,
nor craves
but as eternity breathes,
so do I.
Longing for the presence
of absolute peace in my heart
and of my spirit,
no longer blind to challenge,
but, rather,
free to soar.
Trapped in this cage
of trepidation and threat,
my heart longs for
Your presence.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
necessary ingenuity.
freedom to create
passion to inspire
and love to shine
in spite of
the seething darkness
of this charmingly catastrophic world.
standards of dress.
beautifully symmetric
surgical seams;dichotomous by nature
but united by tendency
converge to form
a beautiful standard,
conformed by society,
but,
aching to break free
from the monotonous chains
that once delivered
and redeemed from oppression.
back, back, back
in those days
where dress was lawless
and innovators refused
to follow stifling rules.
despite the past
and who conspired,
or what conglomerated,
lets look ahead
to the new normal--
where standards of dress
mean freedom of expression
and uninhibited beauty
that defies all limits of gravity.
where beauty is defined
by the heart song
that plays to originality
and melodically desires
to raise
that unforeseeable standard
that struggles to break free.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
distance.
A retrospective journey
of roads walked,
miles traveled,
and lessons learned
reveals
the true nature
of absolute purpose
and the certainty
of a determined destiny.
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