High Tide: The dry dock Is ready, and the marina awaits, the coming of one who needs refuge before it’s too late. The workers are prepped, and the tools are at hand. All that is needed is for that one to understand. The time has come to set sails toward home. Let go of the battle and the feeling alone. But caught in the undertow of trying to make it work, these weary travelers stay away though drowning in an angry surf. Until the barnacles and rubble take their toll. The dry dock remains empty because they just won’t let go.

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His Arrow:  Out of this holy mountain comes a voice like thunder shaking all within, igniting this holy fire to burn brightly in those prepared to wait on Him. With fierce determination, the arrow meets its mark, illuminating the path of one, still in the dark. Wounding, it's target the blood begins to flow. And yet, it is not unto destruction but rather a chance to grow. Out of this hidden garden comes the scent of a treasured rose, with beauty beyond measure (singled out as the one, he chose.) While out of the mire comes a marksman, unlike all I have known, prepared to wear a coat of armor composed of precious seed sown.

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His Embrace: Strong and vibrant, you are my beloved, and my desire burns for you as a fire of pure love. Heard from the mountains and under the sea, I am now and will always be the very breath of thee. Gentle as spring rain, your spirit moves in mine ready to discern, and impart the mysteries of time. So come my beloved, come under my spell, and I will teach you to draw living waters from my well. Yes come my lamb, come up to my gate, I am calling you forth, and you need not wait. For my heart is open my turtle dove, and my desire burns like a fire of pure love.

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Journey of the Heart: The heartbeats to give life, not death, and it is made to run this inner race, I confess. To give forth its treasure to those who have a need and see the value of the harvested seed. The heart beats to shed light on any who would not give up the fight. To walk in a world of too much talk, and to live as a beacon versus too many lies. The heartbeats to keep it from turning to stone when left with unnecessary and suffocating ties. For within, the heart, a story is told of an adventure not to be ignored that must unfold.

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Lessons in Love: The gift of light that I experience in you is oiled by a love that I know is true. Captivated with hope renewed, I am resolved to listen and then make a move. Revealing the answers to my aching heart, I am awakened to stand up and take my part. Savoring the sweet pearls of love, I recognize as the song of a turtle-dove. I am released and quieted at the end of the road. I am empowered to let go of a tedious load.
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Line of Fire: Get out of the line of fire, get above the mundane, to let your spirit move toward me.  Do not let them leave you in so much pain. Listen and then run the race, for there will always be someone or something to steer you from grace. Remembering the past and where it went, and regretting even the good as wasted time spent. So get 'above' feeling dazed, and let your heart fly toward me in quiet time and praise.

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Love Found a Way: If I build a bridge between you and what I have planned? Would you see safety and take my hand? And walk knowing you are prepared, or would you run from there? What would you do? If I construct a blueprint of signs along the way? Would you read them and learn, knowing I am with you? Or would you let it all slip away? What would you say? If I point the way to your heart's desire, would you accept it or throw it back? I wonder, and then I see just a whisper of faith, to fuel the fire. And, I know you are ready to conceive, believe, and receive, that you are mine and it is you, I desire.

 

Lyrics of the Heart: Music lines the corridors of my heart. Creativity and art fill the depths of my soul. Life's natural wonders begin to impart the joy of pure love playing an intricate role. While nestled beside a flickering fire, I see many things that keep me inspired. And yet, like a sailboat that can only move with steady wind, I find I am stuck in dry dock, not knowing where to begin. Just the same, there is a simplicity in enjoying the surrounding silence, as music heals my spirit with the balance it imparts.

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Noah's Ark: Three stories and a bit of clay. A vessel built for another day. Purposed to house Noah and his wife. A menagerie of animals, in sets of two. A holy ark built as a symbolic covenant between God and man. An anchor, a strong tower, to those who seek him.

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