Sent of a Woman

Made, better yet,

harmonized scents

long as i can remember


It’d be foolish not to know

plants and spices are

not my creation

as i, too, am created

of The Most High


A mom often teaches US girls

about cooking, makeup and perfume

the likes of which

now have a different order & priority

in some senses

sent far behind me


My last blend was a few years ago

following a moment’s break

from bedside [sic] a wounded mate

inspired rose, almond, amber


The one other ingredient

only The Lord knows

since my makeshift

handwritten label wore off


Having completed a recent assignment

otherwise

the bottle of that former favorite

succumb to God’s Hand too


Breaking point

Much of its content spilled

into a bag he’d given me

calling for clean-up before the aisle

and a new signature aroma


Just then

the oil of God flowed most essentially

with covenant peace of His branch

equipping inner lamps for His direction

fortifying the skin to better deflect the enemy


offering pure fragrance

drawing us nearer to His heart

beyond container or commerce

despite incensed Babylon


Others report opposing

odd or acquired taste

by Grace

Its top, middle & base notes Being


trust that faith grows

Hope floats

yet Love abides…

or nothing will.


Regardless

it’s all-ways The High Priest

Who best brings

all things together.

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Head Over Heels

Images: “True Woman” blog & linked

 

If so blessed

with the ability to walk

the above is how it usually should be

 

The head sends its messages

throughout the body below

With enough nerve & tact

they eventually arrive

for Life

 

Step by step

a way is made

Thank God

 

In case of apathy

just clean the glass

Don’t break

 

Acknowledge then look beyond

seemingly irreparable damage

 

Life’s many

come and go to Jesus

moments

 

Of true Love

inside (our hearts)

out (through babes)

 

top – bottom

attic – basement

 

ancestors – descendants

roots – branches

 

farm(ed) and he’rd

brought to table

nourishing multitudes

one mouth or none

 

from Heaven’s Word

humble before Him

well

before fashion

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(Y/our Name T/here)

All images selected via “compass direction order steps God” Google search

 

i hear(d) you…

the words presented

spirits behind them

yet there’ll be no spike

in temperature, pressure or a Jaelhand

for this

is the Will of God

permissible until our desires or choices

only follow Grace unto holiness


of course i’d love to see you…

why miss chances

to swallow & eliminate pride

irony also sharpens iron

its piercing the natural ear

is sweet harmony to Heaven

the host of whom are also avid 

readers & writers known to zip

the mouth~theirs or ours

for good reason

Place meant…

i sought a sound message

from among

The Word of God

addressing fortune and territory

not as for spiritual ears & eyes needing

scratches to t’heir

itchiness or their superficiality

but for deeper direct instruction

Word made flesh


What i found is that

Even the positioning of Abram

fulfillment of Jabez’s request

and essence of Gad

came with side thorns

a plague of general anxiety

moving disorders


The Word returned

yet resting in heart

Just wait…

Sometimes

being still is best

you know?

Right now

i believe

i do.

One-liner

That some of whowhatwhenwhere mattered now bears a meaning less than it once did is an ordinary part of healthy growth and progress in God.

Visual representation of Malachi 4:2 (KJV)

Living Color

Featured picture: “Healing in His Wings” by Rachel K. Harpham

Out of the mouth of an elevator

the babe and her elder guardian emerged

Mother heading to the reception desk

Child bee-lining for more signs of Life

With the pointed push of a button

the princess subject all to one command

Windows

the water fountain

the lobby chairs

one or two waiting patrons

would be released

After a minute behind the blinds

realizing I saw her

with no intention to pretend otherwise

she sauntered over to me


“Hi”

“Good morning, sweetheart. So, you like ‘Frozen’, huh?”

“Yeah. It’s my favorite! I watch it all the time.”

“That’s so cool! Do you like Princess Elsa or just lots of snowy days?”

“It’s my favorite, favorite movie! I watched it at home just now. Heyyy…your tooth is dirty.”

I laughed heartily at the type of innocent yet raw honesty I love, its resonance with a separate chat I’d had regarding a few procedures I must schedule. In her five-year-old lexicon, there was no distinguishing between being chemically stained, unbrushed, lipsticked and such. Things were simply as clean or dirty as they appeared to her; that’s it.

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Transferable Skills (Re: Arrangement)

Carhartt outer garment

infinite sizes bigger than

the current man

whose cheeks had also

likely been fuller

instead of a-sunken

part of his frame

needing the jaws of Life


Fidget. Self-talk. Fidget…

Many pretended not to notice him

I couldn’t help but notice us all, an arguably bad habit

that led me to wait for, then hold, his gaze and smile

“Miss, can I transfer to the _ here?”

Over the years, my spirit became unfamiliar

with steps I once took in my sleep

Such uncertainty appreciated

the interruption of a brother quickened to care

“Hey big man. Stay on for one more stop.

Then you can make your transfer.”

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Rearranged mosaic tiles (Original art ©Nataniel Fuster)

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Duly Noted

Most peculiar

variation on a theme

I thought I was supposed to forget

or had forgotten me

Bespectacled

strong stance facing mine;

a cross, the Way

I hadn’t introduced

but believe i knew

or am getting to know

Been see(k)ing the desire of my heart

everywhere lately

Dutiful Father showing up

taking me to school

every morning

no matter my route or schedule

Of course, the reflection was just

one of Your sons

yet it made my day to notice him

writing something in his hand

before he stepped away;

a chosen and deliberate activation

of muscle memory

I smiled inside

understanding that

whatever it was

must’ve been important

The Door opened at his station

then a man dressed

as a famous mime sang and strummed

“And I Love Her”.

Never Void…Checks & Balances

Generally ‘speaking

Life, if detached from The Vine, is on loan.

Humility of heart allows The Holy Spirit to quicken you

from Everlasting in, to the everlasting.

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She’d lost a handle on her young life

so much so

the highlight of her hospital liquid diet

was a syringe of runny, Red No. 4 gelatin

through the slightest parting of her (self-)abused body’s mouthpiece

slipping effortlessly as she did through justice’s cracks

between us

There was no jiggle

and

no further room for error

Redemption maybe always

once hour, Father was obeyed

This day