Follow God, He is Faith

"You do not know where I will take you. You do not need a designated route. You do not need to ask questions. You do not need dates of arrival and so forth. The date of your departure is right now. This is when you come with Me. Don't worry. I know where We are going. I know Our destination. I know Our stopping-off places. You will know when We get there. Must you know beforehand? And must you keep looking back to see where you have been?

Keep your eye on Me. Follow Me. Faith is your holding My hand and keeping up. You know I can see." -God

A Confession

There are the times when you slowly sneak up behind me, wrap your strong arms around me. You pull me into your warm body and put your chin on my shoulder, and just hold me awhile.

I want to admit to you something...sometimes this makes me uncomfortable.

Because in this moment, I feel more comfortable, safe, vulnerable, and loved...than I have ever known and I wonder if I deserve to feel this way.


I wonder if I am beautiful, I wonder if I am perfect enough to be held this way.

Me: What is Love?

Answered: Love is being One with All. Clarified, This is the sum total of the concept of Love, or Universal Love. This close to your idea of unconditional love.

Me: What does this mean? Explain Universal Love.

Answered: Well what does Universal Love sound like? It is in one view Love of the Universe. The more a person wants to be close to another or a part of another, is a form of Oneness. We are fused to one another by Love. We sense Love in another's energy field and want to be apart of that. On a soul level, we all know how to produce Love in our energy. Oftentimes we are fearful though. We slowly can block or quelch this Love producing channel that exists within us. It is at those times that we feel God has left us, or that we say we cannot feel God. Universal Love is God. It is that fusing of our energies as One. Energy can only be truly fused with Love.

For some reason I can't wait
to be mixed up
into the chaste pigments of all experiences.
For some reason
I can't wait for the journey
which is the only way
to reach the Light.

I polarize in order to question
Stabilizing fearlessness
I seal the output of intelligence
With the lunar tone of challenge
I am guided by the power of elegance

You Were Meant

All of This:

 

it is preparation for walking in the world
as Light.
 

You have been found now,
and the running of many lifetimes
is over.
 

So as each layer of dust
is wiped clean from the surface,
the You
you have known
must disperse.

Let this Light become
your Speech & your Silence.

Let the grief
that has lived you
pass away.

Let the people
who love You
Love Themselves.

Let the Earth shake,
the Stars burn,
the Skies break
when You do:

as painful as this part is,
 

You were meant to know your Light.

 

-Em Claire 

I deeply, from the bottom of my heart, wish you the best and Highest good. I release you and my relationship with you into God's capable Hands and I pray for total peace and healing in your life. I shall no longer be drained or hurt by the things you do, say, or feel. You are God's to hold, not mine.

Teach Us to Heal

Why do the innocent ones cry so

For a taste of Your sweet warmth..

Their blood on our hands

sticky and stained to the lonely

concrete walls inside of our world

that we carefully whitewash as we smile

with broken hearts

Living flesh a canvas for hellish scars, stories

Where is their refuge from

this evil that strips and scalds....

if Your Love is so big

  if Your Love is so big..

We have chosen Fear,

We have believed that

All beautiful things, must have thorns

We have created a devil with horns

And so we  s e p a r a t e  and segregate

In order to not feel the pain

Conflicted and inflicted upon the universe

To be absorbed and stained

God is Love

Every creature, born from this energy

Blueprint becomes choosing, a gift

What we breathe in, will be released

For another to take inside, while looking above

Teach us to heal, God

In thought, deed, and breath

And search for truth in joy

For we will never completely know

Your mysterious and deep ways

Condemnation is a mortal trap

But divinity is creating, choosing anew

Fear or Love, which will sponsor our actions?

How will we create with this power given?

Oh, to smile, love, and celebrate!

And when skies are darkened , to do it all again

For His Love is so big,

For His Love is so big.

Obsession

"What can I do with my obsession
With the things I cannot see
It's a madness in my being
It's the wind that blows the tree
Sometimes Your further than the moon
Sometimes Your closer than my skin
You surround me like a winter fall
You come and burn me with a kiss
And my heart burns for You
And my heart burns for You"


   

 Yet in Your raw
                           POWER
                                          You whisper sweet nothings in my ear..






And my heart burns    for  You..

The Boy Who Was Brave

Girls are like
apples on trees. The best
ones are at the top of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach for
the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they
just get the rotten apples from the ground
that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples
at the top think something is wrong with
them, when in reality, they're amazing.
They just have to wait for the right
boy to come along, the one
who's brave enough

to climb
all the way
to the top
of the tree.

God, please forgive me for this....

But right now, I actually know and understand what it feels like inside before someone goes to cut them self. The pain is so much, that you actually think you can let it out of your body somehow...and that maybe, feeling it will make you forget that endless ripping and tearing inside.

Oh God, forgive me for my darkest moments, please please forgive me.

In You All Blessings Flow

"Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heav'nly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!

Praise God the Father who's the source;
Praise God the Son who is the course;
Praise God the Spirit who's the flow;
Praise God, our portion here below! "

For when you've done everything else, Praise God! In light and in darkness, in sickness and in health, in heartache and in healing. "

"...for out of the mouth of God flows rivers of life"

"And he showed me a pure river of the water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb." Revelations 22:1

(from whom all blessings flow)

Soulspeak

Oh to speak richly from within,
to surround you in a bright cloud of me,
so the experience would be my language to you.
For words continue to burst and fade
                 like a delicate flower.

No more can I tell you anything,
  
                         not intimate enough
 
I will not be vulnerable enough. 

I
      long

to press my body

        into yours

and send
    the essence that is me
the electric picture, my heart's breath

               like a
                                jolt


                                            into your chest.
 

Let This One Stay, Dizmas...you never gave up, My Love

  ...and for that I am Yours.

Until Then

Until we are but

Distant laughter & yellowed photographs

And old warm melodies caressing fragrant hearts,

Legacies of bold adventure

Fading footprints left in exotic lands

I, once a daring foreign princess

You, a curious dashing explorer

i will hold your hand

Until we are but colorful swirling dust

Of ages long ago

Every hue weaving stories

Of who we were
Whispers of ancient wisdom

Carried in through midnight windows

To graze young sleeping ears

i will hold your hand

Until wooden boxes

Put to rest in cool earthen homes

Salty tears to season

The green moss above

..our last words

As we cry out

..for rejoicing

i will hold your hand

Until kaleidoscope light bodies

Swallowed into mouths

Of dark tunnels

Lacing our fingers tightly

As we step towards

Glowing beacons of light

i will hold your hand

Mischievous

People of the shadows

We will be, wandering

Through familiar lands

And mystical cosmic ones

Entertaining ourselves

With trickery and child-like amusing
Creating new dreams

And I will still love you
Til every last star dies
And is reborn again

As we bend time to our will

And passion to our desire

For we will leave them

A story to remember..

Until Then

i will Hold your hand..

God's Will

Sometimes
    I fully open my eyes

         and I let myself see

....and wistfully coax in my true thoughts

         that maybe

maybe

this beautiful mystery light I see everywhere


    was not Only
created by me,
but was also simultaneously
Created for me 
and those I pass by.

 Then I wonder 
if that's what it means
to stretch out your palm

and allow God to place it 

upon 

      His own..

Father I fall so fast and alone. Desert grows and the comfort of the green forest fades. Hold me close to your heart..

Icy ladders 

wicked mists

I try to catch 

liquid hope 

in a braided rope net.

The warm dew 

in your eyes 

smolders in my soul 

and illuminates 

hidden scripts 

once engraved there 

many years ago,

like Bilbos ring 

glowing

&

hot.

 

Come ALIVE

take my hand 

hold

this

feeling

    

I've missed

some Things

but You remind me  

always 

 

 

Who I Am.

There's a thousand little frightened angry children stuck inside my lungs. They beat and pull inside my chest and scream and carry on! Their hysterics leave no room for me to comfort them at all. When I ask them what is wrong, they wail that I should know..

..my missing someone...is missing again..weekend come quickly so I can savor you with all my senses

Whatever It Was

It is your own life that you desire to cherish
like one brings the downy tuft of a Dandelion to the lips
blows softly
prays
to give everything away
keep
only what remains
of a life well lived
a life well loved
nourished and blessed
by the suns and by the soils
and by whatever it was
that
finally

Opened You.

-Em Claire 

All Of You

I want to know you like That.
Like a poet describes a foreign land—

More than the deep of your eyes
I want to know what they see
when you are moved to kiss me,
when you must have me;
when jealousy burns you to ashes.
I want to know you
like a mother knows her child suffers
ten thousand miles away.
I want to know the
ache and sour of your fear
of losing us
and what the fight tastes like
on your tongue.
I want to know what demons say to you
in your long nights
and what happened on that day
and how you've forgotten
and how you've forgiven.

I want to know you like This:

that as you sit casually
taking me in,
smiling playfully,
there is always
all of you
begging
me

for my heart.





- Em Claire

There's a pool of warm golden light, a looking glass if you will, there buried deep in the misty dark Woods of Forgotten Dreams. Such path to the light is kept watch by quick-witted funny little doe-eyed creatures, Lamlions. Their lively dancing coupled with sweater peddling is meant to befuddle aimless wanderers. Let ...it be knownst, they see all intentions of seekers of this light.

If I wrote all the questions building up slowly inside me on little white slips of paper and put them all in dark lil mysterious box....and if i believed enough in this magic and the solving power of the soul and spirit in me that God created, would they all be answered? Or would the mere act of putting such inquiries and frustrations away like glass bottles dropped into the endless depths of the deepest lake be like solving them in themselves?

Memories are the most living of all treasures, such treasures can never be lost or broken..

Nothing Less

I long to be free, I long to be broken. To feel each pulsing vein under my skin rushing, waiting to burst. Flood acid on my soul, I want to feel something. Feel your caress, hear your sure words.
We are so broken and lied to, even in the things we thought were stalwart granite rock beneath our soft searching feet. I'm waiting, clawing through soil to reach the roots of my beliefs, to feel their stringy sureness on my aching fingertips, make sure they are real. We all love a little mystic. To know that there is something out there for a purpose beyond ourselves, some way we can control whether we live or die inside. Take me on an endless treasure hunt. Catch me a star in a big glass bottle so I can tuck it to my chest and feel its warmth. I want to be amazed, nothing less.

Goodbye definitely maybes, as positive as the ocean will kiss the seashore. This crown is bright as my steps seek light. Moving on, next time I'll be sure.

Wash Away

To stand in the tide,
The place where the earth and sea collide
To remember who we are,
chin up, eyes on the stars.
 the salty waves
cold playful game,
threatens to wash me away.

Bare toes, grey foam
some sandy

warm 

footprints

don't fit with mine.

The ones that were here,
before..
stood here

with their questions.
and  empty longing


But
I am
so full to bursting, flowing
rushing out
into the sea
burning with desires
like the Sun.

Unlike them
I will

never

wash way.

Hearts in Hell

My soul suffocates inside itself, I can't enjoy the moment today, not one...I am lost, squelched..and open to every speck of toxic dust that flies in, every dark whisper in my heart, every lie and lust and ache. A sickening inescapable virus. Is this a little taste of the hearts in hell?

Fog

I try desperately to grasp your thoughts but all I hear is my own. I'm not sure whether to wait or search, sift or be still. Watching, I hold out the golden net of my being that barely lives without you. Do not let my confidence wane or that I might go barreling into the darkness. Your sunshine and beauty has shown me that you love and have what I seek on your mind. May I be the woman like the harpist that you called after your own heart. Let me dream in vivid color and emotion, make me feel alive.

Love Me Tender

Love me tender, love me sweet
Never let me go
You have made my life complete
And I love you so

Love me tender, love me true
All my dreams fulfill
For, my darling I love you
And I always will.

Love me tender, love me dear
Tell me you are mine
I'll be yours through all the years
'Till the end of time

Love me tender, love me true
All my dreams fulfill
For, my darling I love you
And I always will

Love me tender, love me true
All my dreams fulfill
For, my darling I love you
And I always will
Always will

Freak

Sometimes if you really let yourself admit it, there's a side of you deep down and hidden, a freakish side. It's something that even you won't admit to yourself, because it makes you feel otherworldly, vulnerable, and dangerously apathetic. It's existence threatens everything you've let people know you as. But when you're alone and you let everything go, there's something wild and liberating about it. It's like you're standing in the foamy white tide of the sea as its cold hands wrap and caress your ankles, its sweet salty essence in the wind on your skin. And you embrace it, embrace who you are, a warm blanket of confidence.

Do You Believe in Fairies?

Watched the bachelor, season 14, week 4 today. The whole environment of this show is so fairytale-like! Most of the couples in the end don't get married, let alone stay together. In the real world, real life, love is not really a fairytale. Falling in love isn't really fancy exotic dates, candles and rose petals on every surface, lounging in hot tubs in spray tanned skin and a sexy bikini, or your heart flat out telling out who you're supposed to be with for the rest of your life. It's tough, often delicate, and heartwrenchingly confusing and scary.

I feel like the girl who just turned her back and refused to cry out, "I do believe in fairies, I do believe in fairies!"

New wine

You, you intoxicate me.
And You liberate me.
Your love is like wine on my lips, new wine
Raging wind, fresh on my skin.
Every moment with you, Makes my spirit new

Untouched, Unbroken

In their faces, I see yours. In their voices, my ears try so hard not to hear your whisper, your tickled heart warming laugh. The heart desires only what it can't have, what may hurt it most. I have never felt you never touched you, and so I don't understand. My mind makes it easier to forget, my heart makes it harder to lose. Each thought of such has become fewer as days pass ever so slowly. Would it have been easier to notice them if both of us had never known the other? Nothing matches up anymore to what I really want, what I will wait to obtain even if forever. What they offer is a lie, a binding mess of raw tether and iron chains with a million padlocks. I will save my purity of heart and soul only for this overflowing golden cup that is promised to me.