Did tomorrow dawn today

Sometimes you type..n you wonder why..who...

It dawns, when she has to say bye to you,
She will not cry, a promise true,
The thoughts in her heart she holds
Someday a memory,
Yet again more smiles to unfold

The winds carry your name,
Caresses past, does she dare to feel the same,
The rays touched soft,
She longed for the arms,
Distance proved strong

Heavens watered, the winds flew,
Amidst all, maybe she searched for you,
The spray on her face welcome,
Camouflage to a tear
Threatened, had time drawn you this dear?

A broken rule, she can’t live for the day,
All smiles taken, kept the cautions away
Gathered in your arms, security enough
Tomorrow a thought, sure to catch up
Did tomorrow… dawn today?

Every smile she wanted to give,
Pray forgive, if a wonderful you, she did grieve
She’ll stay your friend, smile thru & hear a tear
And if time drew borders, circumstances unseen today
She has prayed, you meet her Jesus; For Whom she had to part ways.

Dark Hour?

To the dark hour ahead, the trust of light, the hope breaking in the sky
You never were created to stay, your purpose fulfilled in the darkest hour,
Dawn awakens, laid to rest, dark hour of the day.

Trials and tribulations, they come the way
Tempest do not be, divergent the path He set for thee
Tested time, lured away, wandering sheep, went astray?

Hollow depressions, taketh peace away
Darkened clouds, dampened spirits
Stormed oceans, left you alone, out in the bay.

Yet, as time infinity, you are not to last
The diamond sparkle of the first break shine
Translucent the orange seeps fast

The warmth reaches to a heart that cried last night
Eyes that gazed upon You, Your Word held close
Engulfed now in soft rays, caress me in pure delight

I search Your eyes, the question why
In the hottest fire, silver refined
Your faithful smile, has lit up the sky

The Week that was

So I’m here, in my sphere.. Monday, the first day of the week… Blue or otherwise.. it persistently is… Besides I like to think of Sunday.. & the luxury sleep of a dozen hours it brings to be the beauty close of my 7 day adventure. I wake Monday, sometimes swearing at my old friend, Nokia dinosaur model for being the dutiful alarm it more is than a phone. The week has been Monday,work,Tuesday, WORK WORK WORK,TGIF.. Weekend.. wow.. THANK YOU GOD.. And then its here, Saturday love..announcing friends, net, movies, food.. oh glory food, I hardly see that in the week.. hmphff… but if weekend dining it will be, then its taken, both hands, face, mouth stuffed..muffle munch, bon appetite. I can’t waste precious Saturday, so am up by 10:30 headed out for a movie.. there’s my 6.5 feet security cum friend shadowing me from gate to theatre, and fine company is he. Headed to see so what’s so really curious about you Mr. Benjamin Button.. Oh..my.. what happened to child like innocence in the face.. I draw back in my seat, waiting for time to set it… and oh my love.. slowly but surely, the face dawns, handsome as anyone should be.. Brad! Not like I am a big fan, but it’s a nice one he carries above his shoulders and he’s got his act together. I love the script.. oh beautiful as plain white paper..Time flies backwards, a refreshing watch than to melodrama.
Dinner plans with the gals calls for dressy, maybe cause a few accidents on the road, disclaimer, we take no responsibility for on road distractions. Food is so so, company of friends.. Oh man.. I’d hate to trade.. giggles, smiles, lafs.. oh pictures, integral part of treasured moments, captured. High on a laughing doze, back home, crawl into bed.. to sleep I surrender.
Sunday.. fellowship features the best part, my strength comes from Thee. Wrap up on church, thank You for letting me be. This done, I run, ruN, hOP, JUMP, SHOPPING TIME! & its free, sponsored by my tenure in GE.. 9 years going strong :-) Shopping for me is generally synonymous to buy shoes.. I need this boyfriend thing to get going.. the shoes I like are getting expensive and I haven’t gone Jimmy Choo yet! A small effort, sigh, I walk away from the shoes, new hand bag (More expensive then the monies that will sometimes be in it) and a beautiful virgin white dress… Oh the small genuine joys of shopping. So we have trousers thrown in, a lot of shoes, cosmetics, accessories, none mine, I note a little depressed, then I turn to the gleam of my dress, smile on, swing the bag over my shoulder..I’m home