Author’s note: I am so excited about this post. I love life and am grateful for every breath God grants me. Sometimes it is easy for me to stumble, slip, or fall off the summit of bliss and forget, temporarily, the view I have seen.
Nature engraves itself, every sweet or putrid smell, mournful or joyous sound, and beautiful or sad looking sight, upon my soul. It reaches into the depths of my heart, implanting emotional responses, influencing my desires, hopes, and dreams as do the people who touch my life from near and afar. My heart holds sacred special experiences and opportunities granted. I love deeply and loyally with a solemnity of awe that lifts me. I am a romantic and dreamer. I feel inspired when I stand, sit, or kneel in stillness, yearning, waiting for direction, and confirmation of my choices. Answers do not necessarily come immediately to me. Time, reflection, pondering, seeing symbolic application, and tuning my spirit’s ears bring peaceful responses. I have many faults, weaknesses, and shortcomings, but I desire with all my heart to please God, my family, and those I love as genuine friends, never to cause hurt or offense, yet it unintentionally happens because life does, and I am human. This post is a portion of my recent life’s ballad I need to express. I know because the words simply flew out of my mind, in collusion with my heart, like a caged bird longing for flight among the clouds. The door opens, soaring begins.
She comes to earth
From realms above
Conceived in love
Through the veil of birth.
Knowing not what her life brings,
She embarks on a voyage
of living. A new language,
music to her heart, she sings.
With a guitar on her knee,
Feeling what she cannot see.
Strumming the tune of life’s song,
blissfully unaware of what’s coming along.
From childhood to teenage years,
she grows with smiles, laughs, and tears.
Adventures in life, simple living,
till the sands of time fall; giving
her life new dimensions and fears.
Forsaken at the crossroads between life and death,
Echoes of the past escape her weary breath.
Bouncing off chambered walls in caverns of her heart,
Listening for his voice, instructing how to start.
Sounds of silence strain through the sieve of heartfelt pleas
And the dark of night calls. “Sleep upon dreamy seas.”
She tries to live without her companion by her side.
A Royal friendship begins, in him, she confides.
The Serenade, an Anthem, and Ovation at sea
She feels with each a new rhythm, a reason for glee.
Life happens all the time.
Visions and dreams,
sometimes it seems
without reason or rhyme.
Oh, to have the dream of my heart!
The moments we shared live in the past, and now,
to touch you again face to face my love. How?
The imaginings that take my breath away
in visions of darkest night and brightest day.
Your face and touch lives inside me as I roam.
I see, I feel, all for you. My heart seeks home.
You’re the comfortable hearth lighting my path,
warmth to the cockles of my soul, soothing bath
of goodness soaking me, refreshing my life.
Holding me tight in memories, no more strife
as I let myself walk with you by my side.
But alas, the yearning grows deeper, my stride
slows. I groan with the pain forcing me awake.
No nightmare will vanquish or cause me to ache.
My eyes close, grasping us both; togetherness
once again our rhythmic pounding, none the less,
listening to beats in time. My chest on yours,
a feeling of womanhood over me pours.
Like a butterfly tucked safe in my cocoon,
though morn will dawn with gentle hues all too soon.
Feeling a vast newness of loving growth swell,
I sense a change coming over me, a well
of emotional depth unfathomable.
The miracle of love, inconceivable.
Yet, it remains solemnly preserved in my breast.
A sacred place where memory’s beauty can rest.
The moments we shared live in the past, and now,
to touch you again face to face my love. How?
Oh, to have the dream of my heart!
Each body part manipulated by oxygen’s pumping muscle,
A countenance exuding the feelings spreading forth, a tussle.
My eyelashes simulate the flutter kick upon my pillow,
Moisture dripping from my sleeping frame bent like a weeping willow.
Like glistening dewdrops appearing, forming upon cooling ground,
My heart finds an escape route through pressured ductworks, without a sound.
Through arms and hands, fingers and toes, my heart grips, holds, caresses
until it finds expression in tender words, weak knees, and kisses.
Footprints walk towards you; a love stepping relationship takes form.
My heart seeks a home, a sanctuary, and refuge from a storm.
I am tired of chasing my heart.
Exhaustion holds each weary breath.
I cannot keep pace with perpetual longing,
draining my energy, seeking belonging.
With every beat, it pumps intensely,
straining this muscular mass of densely
fibrous feelings woven into being.
Invisible threads of love, all-seeing.
My mind, a whirlwind of emotional
expression, spinning out of control.
Willpower gives way to the spiral motion,
Where is home for my heart, a balm, lotion?
Life happens all the time.
Visions and dreams,
sometimes it seems
without reason or rhyme.
Vicki Nicholls © 2020
For me, Vicki (aka the Contemplative Voyager), my heart seems to be my guiding force. It seeks and finds expression through every movement of my body, escaping its chest’s home, searching, seeking. I see the world through feelings that are highly tuned by nature’s canvas and strings, playing the songs of my soul, painting perspective and dimension through simplicity. Sometimes my tunes are mournful, hopeful, joyous, sad, spontaneous, intricately composed, difficult to play, rhythmical, majestically uplifting, and peaceful lullabies. This is the essence of me.
=>If you were to write a ballad of your life, or experiences, what would influence your focus?
Life Happen … so does Dispelling Emptiness in Aloneness, and Aw-ha Moments, Landscapes, so do . . ?, so . . . , Storms, Skeletons, Feet, Tents, Father/Daughter Memories, Missing Pieces, Waves, Gingerbread, What am I to do Now, and Choices.
Life Happens in Scriptural Musings. . . so does the Master’s Touch, and Rooftops, and Dioramas, Prayers, What Lack I Yet, Swords and Shields, Rescues, the Shepherd, and Faith and Wholeness.
Majestic! I am always in awe of His work! Thank you for sharing!