That 3AM Moment

Anyone who wakes at 3 am understands what that moment is all about.

What the silence brings.

 

I recall the many nights then.

I’d stand by the window and stare into darkness.

 

I was told that’s when the gates of heaven are open.

So ask, and so shall you receive.

 

It’s God time and he hears clearly.

So do your best and ask.

 

For many dark nights at dawn

I woke to the stillness of things around me.

 

Gently whispering to the breeze.

One’s deepest thoughts and desires that life could bring.

 

Suddenly I find myself awake once again this same moment then

Only this time I hear myself asking slightly different.

 

I know you hear me dear Angels in Heaven.

And I know God is present in all things.

 

So dare shall I ask in utmost silence.

Please, grant my desire that my fragile heart holds dear.

1638 Hits
2 Comments

Lovebirds

b2ap3_thumbnail_homeboaboa-envsrcboawebsitesite_medialove-birds_1.jpg

 

A desire births, unfurls as heady jasmine lusting on a balmy evening.

 

Tender in touch, it grips into my core as a hand of spirit extending from a mist into my plume of orange and green and snatches my heart. A flick of a twist and it locks in. The stronghold is immovable, a monolith rooted from sky to earth.

 

A piquant potion drip feeds to nourish a bed of barren. It grows to a lush rainforest of moss and thick bonding roots where compassion and honour oozes in a soothing stream of silver, shaded under flourishing, pooling umbrellas of shelter.

 

Yet a starkness lingers, a tugging at my strings. Perched among the flock where loneliness reverberates, I wallow and flutter and chortle and fluff … a forest of fertility, a savanna of vast, harsh dry, I’m desolate and confused in the staccato of dark and light. Fatigued.

 

In rickety poise, I fight against the strain of damning knots and whirring winds until I succumb to an orchestral string of sweet magnetic harmonies balanced between the poles, serene … yet jarring in the shadows.

 

It opens. And snaps shuts. It draws near. Then runs. The cries begin as a rain shower and gather to a downpour of screeching squawks.

 

There’s no consoling. Equilibrium is lost.

 

Only a crescendo that ebbs and peaks as a million African lovebirds startled in a frenzy chaos of flight … erratic and manic.

 

To dance into your shoulder among the forests and savannas, to snuggle and preen under dappled light of sprinkling sprays.

 

To frolic free, to cosy in our cavities of trees and cacti, as the lovebirds we are.

On every bough the birds heard I sing,
With voice of angels in their harmony;
Some busied themselves birds forth to bring;
The little coneys to here play did hie. ~
‘The Parliament of Fowls’, Geoffrey Chaucer (ca. 1343-1400)

 

4954 Hits
8 Comments

Crooked

Life is the crooked mirror 

of the heart.

Not broken.

Crooked. Tilted

to show

what almost is

desired.

1564 Hits
1 Comment

Latest Blogs

          Out of the night that covers me,       Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be       For my unconquerable soul.  ...
Weaving and swirling, casting a hand of stealth healing. High they fly, low they crawl. Magical. Merciful. Gracious and humane, forever genuine. They...
A friend recently reminded me of the power in kindness when she asked, what makes an urban area kind? My first thought was, how can an object or mass...

Latest Comments

Rosy Cole Invictus
30 August 2020
Loving Shepherd of Thy sheep, Keep Thy lamb, in safety keep; Nothing can Thy power withstand, None c...
Monika Schott PhD Invictus
26 August 2020
Beautiful ?
Monika Schott PhD The three Cs
26 August 2020
True, Rosy. Kindness can change anything; it can soften a heart, arouse a smile, and much more. ?
Rosy Cole The three Cs
24 August 2020
True kindness has the power to change circumstances, whether given or received. Kindness makes the w...
Nicholas Mackey A life in trees
08 August 2020
Thank you, Rosy for reading and commenting.