Peaced (Part Two)

I'm shouting my VOICE!

is here and it's mine!

Always say thanks to The One!

Selah.....

Eagles. They do walk, ya know. We fly, we walk, etc, etc, etc

Believe it. believe who GOD says you are. I do!

Bringing dance back to my soul!

"God. He knows bike secrets!"

Love. Love. LOVE!

Just because this is beauty beautiful.

Love. Again. You can never give or get enuf.

Lifting my voice. VOICE. Ya heard??? Yea....

My bestest matey. -peace

I am.....Sho nuff...

Surprise!!!! Found these in my garden this morn! Ahhhhhh!

Ha.ha.HA. ha. HAAAAA!

And, I am off! *whoooosh*

peace

peaced

peace stepped in

and sat right down

in my lap.

grabbed my face

between its letters,

blew something i didn't

know into my eyes

and started laughing!

it was really chuckling, rolling

around on the ground like

a lunatic in joy. it was, well,

something to see.

i was perplexed.

couldn't figure it

out for nothing in the world.

just cus i didn't

recognize this flow.

didn't know that peace

knew how to have fun or

even tell a joke. let alone

be bent over in the middle

of waves of guffaw-ing.

then in a lil while i saw

this lil glimmer. right

in the middle of peaceful's

eye. it started to spread out

like a grand eagle walking.

and then all the sudden
all i could see were wings
opening up into
a
WHOOOSH!

 it was a mighty sight to reckon.

then it had the nerve to speak!
said, "join me."

all the sudden

this uncontrollable urge

to blast out a down right

raucous and fancy

long riff of laughter

coursed through my

belly.

left me all topsy turvy

and back up again. then

rolled me into a ball of

shaking joy.

i tell you, as moments go?

it was a real stunner.

and the kicker?

its still going on in my soul. everlasting.

now, ain't that something?

Copyright 2011, Regina Y. Evans All Rights Reserved

delicate

love stretches its fingers

across the rising of the sun.

desiring to plant itself inside

a bundle of sweet peace rays.

finding its core nestled upon

the backneck of delicate hope.

it reaches. lifts up.

to wipe the shine of

humility's justice across its brow.

settling in as a lighthouse for the

brutalized shattered souls.

their feet broken. yet,

trekking towards wholeness.

love splashes upon an ocean

deepened by a multitude

of  twirling sails. singing a siren's

song of faith. sweet delight gingerly

riding on the caressing waves

of curled beauty. morphing into

a harvest of psychedelic

golden streaked crowns. to be

worn by the downtrodden beloved.

the saving grace of beautiful.

finally, the horizon has issued a healing

call on behalf of the lonely.

they shall know truth's joy as

they rest in the arm span of life.

love knows.

Copyright 2011 Regina Y. Evans, All Rights Reserved