Overwhelmed

Originally posted on Poet's Corner:

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Overwhelmed

Overwhelmed by His grace
That loved me as I sinned
Overwhelmed by His arms
That He’s lifted me within

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Chance of a Lifetime

From the Daily Prompt Take a Chance on Me

 

He took a chance on me :)

He took a chance on me :)

 

 

Date number four. We saw a movie “Law Abiding Citizen”. I leaned into him without thinking as the gory parts came. Awesome movie. I feel his head come closer to mine as I am nuzzled into his shoulder.

I think “oh my gosh! Maybe this is too forward!” but the gory scene continues.

The movie ends and I feel awkward. Really awkward. He is sweet and smiling, but awkward silence took over. 

We decide to go for nachos and sit at a bar-stool table.

We chatter away, I am anxious still from having leaned into him.

I feel my heart racing a little bit faster than it should. He looks really happy, but I still feel embarrassed. 

He jumps up from his chair, pounces forward and plants a quick little kiss on my lips.

I am silenced, dumb-founded, ecstatic, suddenly on fire with happiness. 

He is looking at me with smiling anticipation, ear-to-ear smiling anticipation.

He asks “was that ok?”

I smile, so very happy as I look at his sparkling eyes, his big smile, the look of happiness mixed with apprehension on his face. 

“Can you do that again?”, I whisper.

Sweet Decadence

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Decadence

A bowl of ice cream amply filled

Can the saddest of spirits heal

Cold and sweet and lovingly chilled

Will soothe you ‘till your belly’s filled

Tickling your tongue with icy sweetness

It glides down your throat so smooth 

Delighting your taste buds with chilling greatness

The weariest of souls will be soothed

I know what you’re thinking; “My goodness I must!

Go get some ice cream, run out to the store!

I must fill this longing for this beckoning sweetness

Chilling my tastebuds ‘till I can’t eat any more!”

You and We

You and We

Cene

You whisper our name

You hold open your arms

Will we hear your heart’s longing?

In shadows we play

Where the sun will not shine

Will we see you, though you’re ever with us?

You reach through the mire

You take on our weight

Will we feel your hand carrying our load?

In vices we seek

Comfort from self-destruction

Will we ever know peace you offer?

The time is always

The time is now

He is just a heartbeat away

One Night’s Dance

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One night’s dance

His sins cloaked around him like a garment of mire
He stepped boldly forth to take in her fire

He glanced at her beauty, “angelic” he said
He grunted hello but then hung his head

Shame engulfed him as he took in her beauty
Humble benevolence he felt was his duty

His heart so afflicted, so weary with woe
From a life that had raped him and been his worst foe

Hope was so far from his daily routine
Yet he wanted so much this princess of a dream

He reached out his hand to ask for a dance
All the courage within him not believing the chance

She smiled at him gently and took on his grip
She saw not his sin but the smile on his lips

They stepped and they twirled their hearts in such pleasure
Each step the gift of a lifetime, a diamond of treasure

She felt his honour, his respect and his care
He felt so humbled to be with her there

She smiled at his reverence, warmed in his arms
He trembled to hold her, afraid he would harm

He glanced around as they waltzed to and fro
Looking for others less worthy to know

Looking for one that would share in his status
She closed her eyes as his embrace was their stratus

The song sweetly ended and he parted from her
Her smile disappeared as he left in a blur

Her mind racing wildly at what had gone wrong
To him their embrace was a sweet playing song

A song played like honey upon love-hoping ears
But it ended and so did her hope and his tears

His heart again latched to the thought of his sin
Never believing his worth for this beautiful queen

Never thinking at all that he could be what she sought
Believing the lie that his soul had been bought

They parted, he danced with those of his kind
She watched with her tears, their love left behind

She knew of the value of a gentleman’s heart
He believed he was worthless, that they’d best be apart

And so the night ended, two lovers both broken
They both carried on as if they’d never spoken

She never danced again, never hoped for another
To dance with her, sing with her, become her sweet lover

He danced on in empty, well-practiced steps
The memory of her buried in his hearts deepest depths

From A Penny for Your Thoughts in Blogging U 101

I originally started this blog to post poetry, which was my joy and love.. The way that my heart and soul could finally begin healing after so many of life’s hurts. Today I will post a poem that I wrote yesterday. Poems tend to write themselves once I begin, as did this one. It is more like a children’s book poem rather than anything of depth, but I am pleased enough with the results and want to share them with you. 

Good Morning, Little One

Shadowed sunlight, twinkling dew

Awakening birds, the morning is new

Rippling giggles play in the brook

Chipmunk yawns and peeks from his nook

Mamma bear kissing baby good morning

Sleepy dog rests, dreamy and snoring

Mommy and daddy tiptoe up to my bed

“Good morning little one, raise your sweet head”

From Michelle W’s Blogging U 101 Hello Blogging U!

Hello, Blogging U!!!

 

Yes Easter – as in the holiday. As in the resurrection. As in Happy….

Not April, not Esther and not Heather (these are the most commonly mistaken names I am called). I actually had a teacher call me April all the way through the 7th grade and a boss that called me Heather for almost two years. Really. So why am I saying this. Well… in life, people always ask.. so what is your “REAL” name. I say Easter.. “Oh – that’s ok – when you are comfortable, you can tell me what your name really is”. No. It really is Easter. Really. It is not my psuedonym name. Not my nickname. Not my fake name. It is my birth certificate name – For real.

I found WordPress five years ago. (I just got an anniversary badge saying so!) I had been writing and posting online for a few years, but I had no idea about what “blogging” was, other than a really weird, technical name for people who are good at the technical part of web design, perhaps. I posted as self-therapy. I was in a depression and writing poetry and sharing my life online, was just my way of working through the hurts that needed healing and the parts that were hard to speak about. I knew that you could leave comments on others’ blogs, as I occasionally would receive a comment, but I truly had no idea at how fantastically wide and wonderful the world of WordPress was.

Until 2013. I started to post more last year and became interactive with other bloggers. It was awesome to receive feedback, leave comments, see the brilliance of other writers and come to realize the magnitude of writers, photographers, poets, etc that are on this wonderful site. My site, Overcoming to Becoming is a mix of poetry, frivolity, photography, writing challenges and frolicking with words. 

I had found a love of photography over the last couple of years and received a nice camera from my sweetheart two Christmases ago and decided that this needed its own WordPress spot and named it God Through My Eyes (yes, there is a love of God theme flowing throughout my writing and blogs, for the most part). I love this blog, I participate in a few photo challenges and have a lot of fun with it. I particularly enjoy mixing poetry with verse, so I try to do that when I can. 

Unfortunately, I was in and out of the hospital quite a bit last year, so my writing time was interrupted and did not get regular again until sometime in early March of this year, when the words within me were gurgling to erupt. In the meantime, I had been writing a devotional on overcoming depression that I had planned to have published, but decided that people who are depressed and in a dark place are more likely to read on-line than to go shopping for a book. Hence the new blog Today I Can With God. 

Even though I have been a WP user for so long, I decided to join Michelle W’s Blogging 101 as I have rambled along, for the most part, tweaking here and there on my sites, but lack a lot of knowledge on how to do a lot of the basics.

And so.. A big hello to all others who are on here, and thank you Michelle for the opportunity to learn and grow with this. I don’t typically have time to blog on the weekends, so I will be playing catch-up most Mondays, but I do look forward to meeting more writers and to learning a lot. 

Blessings to all,

Easter

~~hVg~~

Hello Blogging U!!!

From Michelle W’s Blogging U 101

Hello Blogging U!

Hello, Blogging U!!!

 

Yes Easter – as in the holiday. As in the resurrection. As in Happy….

Not April, not Esther and not Heather (these are the most commonly mistaken names I am called). I actually had a teacher call me April all the way through the 7th grade and a boss that called me Heather for almost two years. Really. So why am I saying this. Well… in life, people always ask.. so what is your “REAL” name. I say Easter.. “Oh – that’s ok – when you are comfortable, you can tell me what your name really is”. No. It really is Easter. Really. It is not my psuedonym name. Not my nickname. Not my fake name. It is my birth certificate name – For real.

I found WordPress five years ago. (I just got an anniversary badge saying so!) I had been writing and posting online for a few years, but I had no idea about what “blogging” was, other than a really weird, technical name for people who are good at the technical part of web design, perhaps. I posted as self-therapy. I was in a depression and writing poetry and sharing my life online, was just my way of working through the hurts that needed healing and the parts that were hard to speak about. I knew that you could leave comments on others’ blogs, as I occasionally would receive a comment, but I truly had no idea at how fantastically wide and wonderful the world of WordPress was.

Until 2013. I started to post more last year and became interactive with other bloggers. It was awesome to receive feedback, leave comments, see the brilliance of other writers and come to realize the magnitude of writers, photographers, poets, etc that are on this wonderful site. My site, Overcoming to Becoming is a mix of poetry, frivolity, photography, writing challenges and frolicking with words. 

I had found a love of photography over the last couple of years and received a nice camera from my sweetheart two Christmases ago and decided that this needed its own WordPress spot and named it God Through My Eyes (yes, there is a love of God theme flowing throughout my writing and blogs, for the most part). I love this blog, I participate in a few photo challenges and have a lot of fun with it. I particularly enjoy mixing poetry with verse, so I try to do that when I can. 

Unfortunately, I was in and out of the hospital quite a bit last year, so my writing time was interrupted and did not get regular again until sometime in early March of this year, when the words within me were gurgling to erupt. In the meantime, I had been writing a devotional on overcoming depression that I had planned to have published, but decided that people who are depressed and in a dark place are more likely to read on-line than to go shopping for a book. Hence the new blog Today I Can With God. 

Even though I have been a WP user for so long, I decided to join Michelle W’s Blogging 101 as I have rambled along, for the most part, tweaking here and there on my sites, but lack a lot of knowledge on how to do a lot of the basics.

And so.. A big hello to all others who are on here, and thank you Michelle for the opportunity to learn and grow with this. I don’t typically have time to blog on the weekends, so I will be playing catch-up most Mondays, but I do look forward to meeting more writers and to learning a lot. 

Blessings to all,

Easter

~~hVg~~

More Faith

Originally posted on Today, I can with God:

More Faith

Lord.. I feel my faith is so weak.. How can I believe in your truth and your promises with more conviction?

Today I’m going to…

Pray once again that I grow stronger in belief

I ‘ll seek His Word, knowing His promises relieve

Photo by Ruth Morgan

I’m not sure about you, but so many times I think about the scripture where Jesus tells us that it takes only a tiny bit of faith to move a mountain. A mustard-seed of faith. So many times I have doubted myself with this… here-in lies the answer to my own quest for more faith. It is not my faith that is the issue, it is my doubt.  Jesus tells us to pray for more faith. I do. When it gets down to it, though, do I really trust God in all? Do I really completely “give” every area of my life to Him? Or…

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Sixteen again with Daddy

Sweet, freckled and sassy

A bonnie, young lassie

Bright, hopeful, kind

Wrecklessly daring

Friendly and caring

Life a treasure to find

Friends meant the most

Though she never imposed

She was shy and confidence waned

She journaled each day

Writing her worries away

School a chore, or rather, a pain

The ones she loved dearly

Her family, quite clearly

Were the ones that she treasured and loved

She prayed rather fervently

For her troubles with certainly

That God heard every word from above

From Today’s Daily Prompt Only Sixteen

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Collapsed on a hilltop, tired and weary
Darkness envelopes the world, so dreary

Despair raining pellets drowning out hope
Fear bolts erasing ability to cope

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