It’s a cozy “armchair” feeling I have with Him and me,
Like a pair of bedroom slippers warm and comfy as can be.
A very special feeling to be loved for me alone,
To set down lists and doings, put down the mobile phone
And bask within His presence as He gently strokes my hair
Although I’m all alone here I feel his being there.
Like soothing cups of chocolate, like sunshine in the rain
This special deep contentment that eases all the pain.
There’s a picture in my kitchen that’s magic don’t you know,
It daily changes hues and tints, my pleasure to bestow.
Capturing the hills and trees it renders in its might
The fleeting moods of sky above, the glow of glorious light.
Entrancing in its sunset, bedecked with jewels by night
I gasp when doing dishes, surprised by glorious sight.
You guessed it is a window that frames the vivid theme
Creation of a God who loves to render such a scheme.
Trapped by expectations, she longed to gain the sky.
Folks and their opinions had quenched her urge to fly.
Encaged within her prison, she longed to be herself,
Cast off all inhibitions neatly folded on the shelf.
To cast away the costume of who others thought she’d be.
Step through bars of inhibition, wings unfolding to be free.
At last it came the season- couldn’t bear it anymore.
Broke out of limitation – to open sky did soar.
‘Twas not without a price tag, for her loved ones bore the bruise
She made upon her exit – when another life did choose.
And yet they saw the glory as she sped into the sky
You cannot bind in serfdom one who’s born to fly.
The view from my new apartment.
I’ve often paused on shopping visits to Waitrose to take in the magnificent view from the check out, but never conceived I’d live in a place where I could indulge myself in it constantly. I think my guardian angel was taking notes and passed them on lol!
A stranger stands before the door
You’d ask him in but he may want more,
More than you’re willing or able to give.
He’ll shake up your world and change how you live.
He may be a friend, but perhaps he’s a foe.
Taking you places you’d rather not go.
Should I go meekly or put up a fight?
Accept and be cheerful, or take off in flight?
I could slam the door refuse him his end.
Or open it wide receive as a friend.
Yes, that’s the wisest and smartest recorse
For the name of the stranger is “Change” of course.
Today I get the keys to my new apartment – change ahead! Both excited and a little sad as I have loved my time here in my old place.