HE IS...

I was in search of HE. I have found the HE that completes me. Although many may say "not so much".

He is all that I am in desire of. I am just conflicted and torn by his direction in life; not his LIFE (living in full enjoyment).

I called him my earth; for he is the foundation on which I stand firm. I called him my strength; because in my weakest hour he has moved mountains, even when I was in the way. I called him my lover;because he made my heart sing in ways most have imagined as many have desired. I called him king; because he is leader of nations and ruler of many, emotionally and intellectually. I called him lord; because he is head and guide in his firm actions and humble persuasiveness. I called him god; because he walks daily in his higher SELF. I called him friend; because he opened his home of heart, to give me free reign and room to grow. I called him mine with pride; because he stood by my side even in my confusion and inner conflict.

He has a drive that is set to one directions: multiple-wifery. I have driven down this road of his and walked a many a miles on his route. Am I the best he has IDK or IDC. All I know is, this road, although may have it's perks for many and shunned by quite the few; for me has been a travel of growth and a challenging experience. I have tried to stay the course. I am not the quitter I have opted in to being. Yet my feet are tired; as am I.

I want to walk alone hand in hand with him. I want to be his heart and soul; as he is mine. I want to be his sunshine; as he is mine. I want to be his all in all inside of happiness; as he is mine. I want to be his source of joy in his day; as he is mine. I want to light up his world with a smile; as he does mine. I want my kisses to be his jump-start to each day; as his are mine. I want to bring warmth to his heart and soul with just my presence; as he does mine.

He is my anchor, rock, strength, joy, galaxy, love, heart, peace, and happiness and without him I am incomplete. He is the man that completes me; although together without the oneness of the creator, we are not complete. He may beg to differ; IDK.

It has been in my longing to be his all and all; that goes against all and all he represents or desires. I realize all that I am lacking, he fills. He is the yin to my yang; the light to my darkness; the warmth on a cold winter's night; my water to quench my thirst.

YES HE IS!!! ALL THAT! How do I seperate the two and yet live. I can do neither alone. Were are the 2 that = 1.

It saddens me that he cannot see that he is that He that completes the She in me.

A Mother's Hand

As my mother is here visiting, I realize that I miss her hand in mine.

It is a mother's hand that keeps us standing tall and upright not to fall. It is a mother's hand that instill discipline when we stray... although it is a mothers hand that keep us guided not to stray nor sway from the path laid, even the one prayed for us to follow from day one till gone.

It is a mother's touch that keeps us in a secure state in our youth. It is surely a mother' hug that eases the pain of misunderstanding of many a trials. It is her hand that pulls us up when we refuse to move forward; for she knows... this too shall pass.

It is a mother's hand that dresses us for the cold weather that awaits beyond her doors. It is her hand that is stretched wide as her arms extends to puck you up with pride. Not that she misses you while you were away; but that you are in her presence once again this day. Now don't get me wrong... she does miss you while your out of her site. She sits and wonders if she got it right.

Did she push you hard enough? Did she hold you close enough? Did she squeeze you tight enough. Did she spank you hard enough to make you walk the path straight and narrow or was she too hard that sent out bitter arrows? Did she lift you high enough for you to see the world that awaits? Did she show you the starts are yours for the choosing?Did she point out that there is no mountain that you cannot climb. Did she hold you in her arms and whisper "go and possess the land for it is your... your father gave it to you"? Did she pat your head when you rested and say "if you don't know I love you it is because you don't want to know... I show you every day"?

Mine did and I miss her hand in mine and I miss her hand that pushes me forward. But most of all I miss her hugs that ends a day. I miss her hand in every way.

Yes I am grown as many may say... never to old for a mother's hand; not today!

Today I celebrate my mother and her hand in my life. (ps... yes that is my mother)