No Need

I really don't think that there's a need for good byes. 

What purpose do they serve. 

Is it just a  time to say it's me not you? Or, is the time for you to be non nonchalant and just say, "You do you."  

Sometimes it's just best to walk away.

No texts. no phone calls, no see you laters...

Just let it dissolve into something more like myth...

Something that might have  happened in a dream . 

A dream where you wake up and can't really remember the details, just the feeling.

Forever My Child

 Rachel Parker M e d i u m : Digital File or Giclée D i m e n s i o n s

From your very beginning in my womb, 

you were formed and shaped...before I even saw you.

You were already perfection in my eyes and in my heart.

My child there's nowhere you can go where my prayers can I find you.

 There is nowhere my voice cannot be carried on the wind. 

I wish that I could make everything right in your world, but I can't.

 I wish I could protect you from all hurt, harm, or danger, but I can't,

 But no this my beautiful child,

 no matter where you are, no matter how far you may go, no matter ills be fall you...

 you are my child.

 You are  Forever my child.

See Me

To be seen, For who I am.
For the all of me... the good, the bad.
the dark and  the light.
the scarred and the flawless.
I just want to be seen.
I know my value,
I know my worth.
But you can't you see it?
 
You look through me,
over me...
around me.

I've allowed you to make me feel discarded....unlovable and unwanted.
But what I have allowed, I can disallow...
That which I have freely given, I can take back.
This is my time now...
It's time for me...to see me.

Laying On Of Hands

From a time long before, we were created from the earth of the land called Alkebulan, Mother of Mankind, Garden of Eden. 

We walked in the presence of God, we were among the first of His mysteries shaped through the laying on of His hands. 

Mothers singing to their babes in the womb 

(Laying on of hands) 

As we rocked those same babies in our arms we raised hymns to soothe their restless spirits 

(Laying on of hands)

The passing on from one to another, impartation, gifting...from one generation to another.

And when this life is over, we will be ushered through the last and final mystery....

with a laying on of hands.

Fade To Black

I want to believe,
I need to believe...
I need to believe in love.
The longer I live the more I feel...
I need to let go.
Maybe it would be easier if I felt nothing. Maybe holding on to the life spark that's love is too much for me to bear...
I don't know..
soon I'm afraid I'll fade into nothing.

Change My Name

The world calls me undesirable...
The world calls me ugly...
The world calls me broken...
The world calls me unwanted...
The world calls me used...
The world calls me dirty...

But You spoke the rhema words that would forever change my name, "Father into thy hands I commend my spirit."

You changed my name to priceless,
You changed my name to beautiful,
You changed my name to perfection,
You changed my name to precious,
You changed my name to new,
You changed my name to pure,

You changed my name to Reborn

Pandora Esperanza 2018

When Lonely Is Familiar

And there it is, like an old friend. 

Familiar, comfortable, like that old worn out slipper. 

It's so easy....so easy that I don't even see it coming. 

It wraps itself around me, crawls into the very marrow of my bones.

Try as I might, I fail at keeping it out.

I've run as fast as I could. 

I thought I could outrun it you see... that was my mistake.

For it bides its time and waits.

It waited until it knew I was at my weakest...and then it was there. 

It's  name ...The Lonely