Ride On

Ride On

You ride on roads of uncertainty

With bruised feet and sore heels

Journeying towards tomorrow

Through the scorching golden rays

You ride on

With thirsty throats and teary eyes

Holding on to your last breath

You ride on!!

You ride on the darkest valleys

Scolded and mocked by dear-ones

Counted out and forgotten like streets kids under rusting bridges

Yet still

You ride on the wings of grace and faith

Counting not the tears

Nor the pain

But with joy and gratitude

You ride on!

In the deepest valleys of what if’s

You hide in curves of despair

Clinging to hope as a flickering flame

With cold cheeks looking towards the skies

You wait

And wait

And ride on at the dawn

Unto a better tomorrow

You ride on!!!

The Edge

Every once in a while, I sit on this edge….
No!
Perhaps, very often than ever before..
I sit on this edge…
The edge of “I don’t know what to do now…”
And of “how many punches do I have to throw out before I win…?”

So I sit…
For hours.. days.. months.. seasons..
Right here on this edge.
Wondering,
Seeking,
Longing,
Praying,
For my wings to finally take flight.

The edge,
Not so much of a bad place after all,
So I have learnt…
Perhaps,
It is what I need most..
For it is at this edge,
I learn to fly,
Not with my Wings,
But with His wings,
Here!
On this Edge
I find Rest and assurance for my soul…
That when I jump…
I will soar,!!!
Higher than my own wings could ever take me!

On this edge of my wondering Soul,
I find refuge for all my lifes longings!
So I sit!
Delightfully,
On this Edge!

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Rest

Rest

Speak to me when the silence steals my mind..
In the face of uncast shadows,
Hide me…
Shield me from myself..
When war wages within me….
Raise in me..
An alter of thankgiving and power…
Let my cup overflow..
To the streams of my cracked soul…
Sprout in me a vine of scarlet sacrifice…
Set my mind on things above…
Like a tree planted by the waters, quech my soul…
Rest…
Rest…
Give me Rest…
Oh everlasting
Rest…

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Smoldering Embers

On a hot summers day

I met a stranger,

Tall and fair; he was.

And I was ten.

His sparkling eyes caught mine

Ruminating deep into my soul

Lighting up embers of my core

“I know you” said his soul

I shyly smiled away.

Heart beating louder than the African drum

Surrounded by shadow thoughts

On a hot summers day

I found myself wrapped in your soul.

#Strangers #crossing-paths #Orabile

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Stethoscope

Dear Stethoscope, Hun.

Dear Stethoscope

Many have tried to feel this heart

But only you understood my beat

The streaming noise beneath

Echoes rhythms in your ears





Stethoscope, hun,

Every day I’ll be near

As long as you are here

This heart is yours to hear

#Love #heartbeat #feb14th

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Seasons

treasure the seasons

 As I watch the trees wither in the cold rainy night,

My heart hunts for your soul

Each raindrop carries a memory

I take a trip down to once upon a time

I remember your smile

And your brown eyes locking site with mine

I recall being lost in your soul

And yet realizing I found myself there.

I remember watching the moonlight skies

Feeling the cool breeze,

Leaning towards your shoulder,

Saying nothing at all

And feeling like I had it all.

I smile as seasons change

And yet your memories remain.

A treasure of a lifetime,

To have known love

To have loved

And to have been loved.

Horror Space

In this horror space between ,

I watch golden horizons fade away,

Gloomy skies make way to my soul.

Once again,

Caught up in a sea of what was, what is and what will be.

In this horror space between,

Haunted by mistakes made,

Reminiscing of wonders shared,

Reciting words unsaid,

In this horror space between,

I rest my soul in the arms of time,

A friend that is fragile and

Scarce like the days of my youth.

In this horror space between  

I wonder if my friend time has time for my dreams