Looking in the Mirror

Spiritual Revelations for those seeking Humanity in Humans ~~CordieB.

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Silent Secrets


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Silent secrets of the heart
Break your spirit into parts
parts of love and parts of pain
searching for one’s self again . . .

Silent secrets speak no peace
Only vague uncertainties
Leaving traces in disguise
Of dormant truths that will arise

Silent secrets tell no lies
And it comes as no surprise
When the silence breaks the core
Heart and spirit fight no more

Silent secrets have no bearing
on what we call love or caring
for they only weigh the spirit
Weighted hearts hold no merit

Silent secrets can’t tell lies
They are revealed in the eyes
Of the soul who bears evidence
Of the secret’s consequence.

Silent secrets speak so loud
Though they leave a question cloud
As to whether they are really heard
Heart and Soul speak a foreign word

Silent secrets do tell lies
to the self in haunting cries
to release their awful woe
let them loose! freely flow!

Silent secrets released alas!
from the hidden looking glass;
spirit free; heart released a ton
heart and spirit now dance as one!

Indecisiveness

This poem was prompted by Simply Snickers.  The words for this week were: damp, decide, and droll.

Indecision by *moonmomma

Indecision by *moonmomma

Indecisiveness

Indecisiveness takes its toll
On the drollness and lightness of our soul
Made up minds lift the dread filled weight
lingering heavily on our fate

Indecision stunts our growth
though deciding we may loath
one must move through inconclusive’s brace
holding mind, body and spirit stuck in place…

till decisions can be made
life continues, low-keyed; afraid
knowing in the back of mind
choices must be made in time

Preventing  souls from moving free
intensifying fears of what may or may not be
lest we move from fear to flight
we may never see the light

Though decisions may be wrong
lack of choice only prolongs
mending of spirit and self torn apart
when in dire doubt, follow your heart

Written by CordieB.

Pride and Joy

This is my submission to  g-man and his weekly fab  friday flash 55

Photo courtesy of  Pink Sherbet Photography, shared under Creative Commons

Photo courtesy of Pink Sherbet Photography, shared under Creative Commons

He was sinfully proud of her beauty

Her complexion and velvety touch brought him immense joy

On occasions he’d simply watch her with passion;

Delicately caressing her softness…

To keep her closer, he removed her from her essense.

Inevitiably, she withered away.

Thus, he lost not only his pride; but also his joy;

the Rose.

 

Written by CordieB.

Quote for the Day:  If you allow  pride to cause you to cut your rose from its root, you’re bound to lose not only your pride, but more sadly your joy.  ~CordieB.

Peace, Light and Love. . . .

Communication

The following is submitted for Mr. Knowit All’s Friday Flash 55.   , whom I discovered via Just Paisley    A Flash 55 is a poem or story written in 55 words.  Here’s mine….

 

The Sands of Ebony Time. . .~CordieB © All rights reserved.
Photo, Manipulation, The Sands of Ebony Time. . .~CordieB & Gee, AKA GLove © All rights reserved.

Words

Unspoken truths are

Sometimes far more destructive

Than ill spoken words spewed

In anger or frustration…

Whilst the latter can hurt, and never

Be retrieved…

The unspoken truths

often lead to

harsher Ill spoken words…

or even worst…

The unspoken truths

produce a subdued cancer that

sickens the soul;

slowly deteriorating

and rotting the heart

~CordieB.

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Quote for the Day.

"Oh the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are — chaff and grain together — certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away."
— Dinah Mulock
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Sometimes, when I’m unsure just how to say something, I meditate on it.  I ask God to help me with the right words to express how I feel.  And then there are those times when I ask God to hold my tongue too…at least until I’m calm enough to speak them with compassion and conviction.

 Peace, Light and Love. . . CordieB.