Now I Begin,
Now I Begin,
Originally published as part of a collection for Everyday Ediths. Twelve stars upon your head rests, a diadem of the world. Born clean without sin, to bring forth a child foretold. A necklace of wool in one hand, beads of prayer in the other, To your immaculate heart we pledge and you, shall be called Mother. Want More?
Ps 50:14 Offer praise as your sacrifice to God; fulfill your vows to the Most High. Praise Him Praise Him. Adore Him. Lift Him up in song. Worship Him. Love Him. Seek forgiveness for your wrongs. Of fruits of the Earth He has no need. His Commandments and the Word you should heed. Bless Him. Want More?
Sand in my toes, sea salt in my nose, wind in my hair my cares in the air. Anxieties flee- in a sea of peace and serenity. Clouds passing by, an endless blue sky. Shells to discover in pinks and caramel colors. Footprints in the sand, memories left where I stand. Runners fly. The seagulls Want More?
I think, therefor I am. I am therefor I think. Small, small, smaller I shrink. Tiny, I scurry in a flurry, down the hall unseen, invisible from the scene. I think, therefor I am. I am, therefor I think. Tall, tall, taller I grow. Reach high beyond the trees, beyond the sky, beyond me, myself, Want More?
In the garden of Gethsemane on a starry night, our lord kneels in prayer contemplating his plight. Dripping tears of sweat and blood, He knew they would come. He offers up prayers. The Father’s will be done. With a kiss, a small kiss His love is betrayed. Shackled and whipped the King becomes a Want More?
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore– And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over– like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode? Langston Hughes I first Want More?
for the Quantico Women of the Chapel Who am I Oh Lord, That I should see? Who am I Oh Lord, That you should dwell within me? Who am I Oh Lord, To eat from your table? Who am I Oh Lord, To worship at your cradle? A mother, A teacher, A Leader. A sheep, Want More?