His Morning Song

Tossing and turning,
She was trying to protect herself from the shy strip of sunlight that was dancing on her face. It was 5:30 AM. "I am not getting up!" she thought to herself. She kept on fighting, like every morning, for those extra hours of sleep before she had to start her day.

Like every morning,
She heard the still voice saying: "Wake up! Let's go for a walk."
She heard a small voice singing: "Come away with me, in the morning..."

She had been ignoring him for a time now; letting him be on his way.
She avoided him so she could protect her sweet soothing slumber. But that particular morning, the voice sounded clearer, it felt louder. Recognizing that it was long overdue, she complied and responded to this morning song that has been serenading her for too many mornings without any reciprocation.

Slowly,
She sat up and gave herself time to let her consciousness catch up with this sudden decision to go for a walk... before the 6AM mark. Resignating herself to the fact that it was going to happen, she got dressed for the occasion, put on her runners, stuck in her earphones and walked out the door. As she turned on her music, she was pleasantly surprised to hear a mellow song playing; gently waking up her dazed mind from comatose.

The air was brisk. The morning was was peaceful.
Still in a state of drowsiness, she took in part of this fresh air she was surrounded in as she allowed her memory muscles to lead her to this park that she loves so. As she was passing by the houses and seeing the cars passing by, she noticed the secretive majesty of nature finding its way through the concrete of the suburbs.

She was not too far from her house when she walked by a bush she passed by many times before.
But on this serene morning, she was stopped by a host of birds springing out of it to find another leafy hideout. The unsuspecting passerby was delightfully startled by nature's unexpected motion picture. After such a beautiful introduction to what was to come, she kept an eye open for other surprises and hidden treasures that she might notice on her way.

A grin had found its way on her face as she realized who she was spending her morning with.
At this moment, a burst of joy bubbled inside her soul as she felt humbled to the fact the he wanted to spend time with her. She held on tightly to his affection as she kept on exploring with her eyes the mystifying beauty of this man made creation bathed in the majesty of nature. At the time where her mind had fully regained its alertness, she noticed that her beloved forest was becoming thicker, her park was getting closer. The air was slowly becoming filled with this comforting smell of fresh rain and humid soil that she enjoyed so.

For some reason, entering this man made park was always a thrilling experience.
It must be the way the leaves of the trees blend in perfectly with each other to create this picturesque path that hovered over her as she walked. As she entered this scene she loved so, she could never help herself but look up at the richly colored leaves glimmering in the sunlight . These were some of the scenes that made her life feel whimsical, if only for a few minutes. Walking in this park was like walking in a tableau mixed with moments where the tangibility of paradise was at the center stage and reality became its backdrop. This was her escape from the world as she knew it.

She always viewed nature as a gift;
One that made her heart filled with gratefulness and awe. This was the place where she could be safe; this is where she could think. Although, she thought it egoistic, she could not help but think that nature's beautiful landscapes were designed for her pleasure. In it she always finds serenity, because in it she always finds the one who relentlessly chases after her heart.

As she was softly called out of her dreamlike state by the one who tenderly woke her into consciousness, this time, she was ready to be still with the one who Loves her. Glad to have responded to His morning's Loving voice, she finally answered: "Here I am, Lord".

Strange how you can love...

“It’s a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up inside with needing them—and they simply don’t need you. That’s all there is to it, and neither of you can do anything about it. And they’ll be the same way with someone else, and someone else will be the same way about you and it goes on and on—this desperate need—and only once in a rare million do the same two people need each other.”

—	Madeleine L’Engle

Good thing to remember

I carry your heart with me by e.e. cummings

Here's a poem that I have just heard for the first time. Honnestly, there seems to be a melody to the way those words have been put together which just gets to me. The style and sincerity you hear when you read his work has a nice gentle tone... I had to post it!!... I hope you like :D


i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
                                  i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Lovestruck!

Hmmm…Lovestruck!

He said hi today.

He walked out of his way to greet me.

Okay,

Ridiculous are my reactions I am aware,

But I choose to ignore my feelings no more.

Repression and insecurity

I will ignore, as they make me weary

So instead, let me exaggerate

Let me say LOVESTRUCK!

“He loves me? He loves me not?”

Not!

I will choose not to fall into this purposeless game.

I will let my feelings be

I will let the control of my future

To someone who is greater than me

I will enjoy the present

And let God oversee my future.

So again, I say LOVESTRUCK!

Giddy is the feeling he leaves me with

Hence, giddy is what I will take.

My future belongs to Him

But if my God allows

At the moment for you,

Innocent flutter of the heart,

Let me hold on,

Let me enjoy this innocent feeling,

Let me keep it

Until the present is not more.

Patience, ma délicate...(English Version)

Patience. Patience, Lily.

A word I used so many times to try to heal a broken heart.

“It is not yet time for you to fall in love, I tell myself”.

“Why don’t you take this time to heal, Lily?”

“Wait. Patience. You will know when it happens”.

But, as I use the word patience to protect an innocent heart in love,

I tend to ask myself if the word insecurity did not find its way into the word I use to hope that one day the word romance would be part of my everyday life.

So, then, is making the first step in a dance for two the solution?

Weird, me who has always wanted to believe that in a pas de deux, it is the man who leads in love…

Oh! What a beautiful concept: a man who desires and pursues me. Who guides and holds me. Who makes me twirl and makes me soar. Who says follow me with the only desire to appreciate me.

Oh! My dear, patience! Chivalry is not dead but precious pearls are rare. Take then notice my dear, that fear does not reside in patience.

Initiating? You will know when to do so, believe me. Learn to appreciate and recognize the good before you. Only then, will you know how to appreciate the beautiful before your face.

A voice keeps me, a voice tells me: “I adjure you young girl! Do not stir up, do not awaken love until it pleases”.

Just like a rose must, in its own maturity blossom in its own time, love, it is not impatient.

Although passion burns in your heart, do not give into it. It is in patience that resides mature love.

Force the petals of a rosebud before its time and hard will it be for you to imagine the full potential that this rose could have had.

If too quickly you try to open your rose, the great consequence of your action will be the need to double in patience hoping that the blossom of your rose will finally be made with grace one day.

My dear, just like a rare pearl, from a grain of sand demands time to become precious, the rose also, delicate as it is, demands time for it to blossom.

So then, patience, patience my delicate: “Do not stir up, do not awaken love until it pleases”.

Patience, ma délicate...

Patience. Patience, Lily.

Un mot que j’ai utilisé tant de fois afin de tenter de  guérir un cœur brisé.

« Ce n’est pas encore le temps pour toi de tomber en amour, me dis-je ».

« Prends donc le temps de grandir, de guérir, Lily».

« Attends. Patience. Tu le sauras quand ça arrivera».

Mais, au fur et à mesure d’utiliser le mot patience pour protéger un cœur innocent dans l’amour,

Je tends à me demander si le mot insécurité ne se serait pas faufilé dans le mot que j’utilise pour espérer qu’un jour le mot romance fasse partie de mon quotidien.

Donc, alors, est-ce que faire le premier pas d’une danse pour deux est la solution?

Bizarre, moi qui ai toujours voulu croire que dans un pas de deux, c’est l’homme qui mène en amour…

Ah! Quel beau concept! Un homme qui me désire et me poursuit! Qui me guide et qui m’enlace, qui me fait tournoyer et puis voleter. Qui me dit suis moi avec pour seul désir de m’apprécier.

Ah! Ma chère, patience! La galanterie n’est pas morte mais les perles précieuses sont rares. Prends donc note, ma chère, que la peur ne réside pas dans la patience.

Initier? Tu sauras quand le faire, crois-moi. Apprends à apprécier et reconnaître le bon en face de toi. Seulement là, sauras-tu apprécier le beau devant ta face.

Une voix me garde, une voix me dit : « Je te supplie jeune fille! Ne réveille pas, ne réveille pas l’amour avant qu’elle le veuille».

Tout comme une rose doit, dans sa propre maturité éclore en son temps, l’amour, elle, n'est pas impatiente.

Bien que la passion brûle dans ton cœur, ne lui cède pas. C’est dans la patience que réside l’amour mature.

Force les pétales d’un bouton de rose avant son temps et difficile sera-t-il pour toi d’imaginer le plein potentiel que cette rose aurait pu avoir.

Si trop vite tu tentes d’ouvrir ta rose, la grande conséquence de ton acte sera de devoir redoubler de patience en espérant que l’éclos de ta rose se fera avec grâce un jour.

Ma chère, tout comme une perle rare, d’un grain de sable demande le temps de devenir précieuse, la rose aussi, délicate comme elle est, demande le temps d’éclore.

Alors, patience, ma délicate : «Ne réveille pas, ne réveille pas l’amour avant qu' elle le veuille».