there are times when i just get in a mood where i want to write something that seems artistic. unfortunately, i am not terribly artistic, although i would love to be. writing is something i love to do, i have a passion for doing it. but it does not come as easily to me as others and i envy (kind of) those that have what seems to be a perfect and built in vernacular. but i still get joy out of writing and when i am inspired and do sit down to write, i find that i can come off quite poetic. maybe only to myself that is. but thats okay.
the other day i was thinking about a place. a place where i could run to get away from the chaotic happenings of this world. i could breathe in a fresh breeze rather than the smog filled air that surrounds me all day. i could bask in the sunshine or roll around in the snow and sing in the rain. i could jump and do cartwheels without caring if someone would see me acting in such a childish manner. a place i could gracefully dance to the rhythm of the song in my heart and sing it just the same. i think of places where my husband and i could run off to, to enjoy each other with the passion and true love we have that is God ordained.
there are times that if i could have one task for the day, it would be to walk on miles of green pastures with scattered trees and large stones perfectly set for the ideal portrait. strolling along, alone with my thoughts running widly, the breeze softly on my face and the sun warm on my back. it would be so easy to spend all day thinking of past life, wondering about the future, comprehending the present and being completely enamored by my creator. i'd find a large stone in which i could lean upon while staring off into the distance, drawing figurines in the dirt or picking wildflowers and clovers making quaint bouquettes. i'd lay down in the grass and find pictures in the clouds or lay wide eyed waiting for the skies to open up and soak me with its rain.
sometimes all i can do is dream looking out the windows for such an escape from everything, for some solitude. if i was able to bring but one person with me, it would most obviously be my beloved, my best friend, my husband. we could lay in the grass and stare into the skies, speaking of dreams and hopes for the future. have moments of silence and moments of laughter and chatter. we could feel as though we had the world at our fingertips, to our disposal and could do with it as we pleased. we could make love in fields of clover, with the sounds of birds and the warmth of the sun. we could lay beneath the clouds and thank God for the moments we spend together, enjoying each others company and being blessed insurmountably. i will forever hope for such a day; and even if that day does not come - lo and behold i will continue to dream, as it is one of my most treasured thoughts.
agape.
the other day i was thinking about a place. a place where i could run to get away from the chaotic happenings of this world. i could breathe in a fresh breeze rather than the smog filled air that surrounds me all day. i could bask in the sunshine or roll around in the snow and sing in the rain. i could jump and do cartwheels without caring if someone would see me acting in such a childish manner. a place i could gracefully dance to the rhythm of the song in my heart and sing it just the same. i think of places where my husband and i could run off to, to enjoy each other with the passion and true love we have that is God ordained.
there are times that if i could have one task for the day, it would be to walk on miles of green pastures with scattered trees and large stones perfectly set for the ideal portrait. strolling along, alone with my thoughts running widly, the breeze softly on my face and the sun warm on my back. it would be so easy to spend all day thinking of past life, wondering about the future, comprehending the present and being completely enamored by my creator. i'd find a large stone in which i could lean upon while staring off into the distance, drawing figurines in the dirt or picking wildflowers and clovers making quaint bouquettes. i'd lay down in the grass and find pictures in the clouds or lay wide eyed waiting for the skies to open up and soak me with its rain.
sometimes all i can do is dream looking out the windows for such an escape from everything, for some solitude. if i was able to bring but one person with me, it would most obviously be my beloved, my best friend, my husband. we could lay in the grass and stare into the skies, speaking of dreams and hopes for the future. have moments of silence and moments of laughter and chatter. we could feel as though we had the world at our fingertips, to our disposal and could do with it as we pleased. we could make love in fields of clover, with the sounds of birds and the warmth of the sun. we could lay beneath the clouds and thank God for the moments we spend together, enjoying each others company and being blessed insurmountably. i will forever hope for such a day; and even if that day does not come - lo and behold i will continue to dream, as it is one of my most treasured thoughts.
agape.
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