Inspiration

Anne Bradstreet

By Night when Others Soundly Slept





By night when others soundly slept
And hath at once both ease and Rest,
My waking eyes were open kept
And so to lie I found it best.


I sought him whom my Soul did Love,
With tears I sought him earnestly.
He bow'd his ear down from Above.
In vain I did not seek or cry.


My hungry Soul he fill'd with Good;
He in his Bottle put my tears,
My smarting wounds washt in his blood,
And banisht thence my Doubts and fears.


What to my Saviour shall I give
Who freely hath done this for me?
I'll serve him here whilst I shall live
And Loue him to Eternity.

What they will remember us by

I almost lost myself there for a second
your descriptions of false realities tempted me
but these characteristics are not who I am
I've worked too hard to finally see a clear reflection in front of me
Thru that I shine, reminded that I am still a reflection to others
That light I carry is still with in me
I don't want it to be tainted for the sake of your opinion
How I am ... Is just enough

Close mindedness is far from where I stand
I believe in the invisible, the impossible, the glorious, the miracles
I believe in the inevitability of a light being born in the absolute darkness of night
These equate to experiencing different levels of life that have me forever changed
These beliefs teach me grace, hope, love, compassion, and patience
How I am... Should be good enough

3:43

Is there any place that my soul can reside
there is none that I can see from here
I have fought for way too long
From my God, to my Kin, to my Love,
Isn’t there anyone that would stand up for me with out it being too much.
Too much, a label I have worn very clearly. Never wanted, but just happened.
This is no sulking attribute
I am found on my knees with an anger lit beneath me
an anger cloaked with grace
my defense is love
its hope that love wins
its hope that love is enough…
I have fought for this concept of love, I think its time for it to fight for me.

Dusk

I have no words to spill out an about
No clue to you how my joints squeeze together
Just this breath that comes in at dawn and releases at dusk
Perhaps the land in which I walk now looks a little covered with orange and yellow to caution me from being where I have been before
But this is where I am
And this is who I am
Merely a tree whose limbs stretch and reach
Whose roots expand and grow
Whose knots show of age and growth
And leaves that come and go
When golden dusk turns my shadow gold, I shall be thankful for the heart inside of me.