Remember The Blueprint

remembering our true selves as we were made to be

The dream, the remembrance,

the beginning, the end,
all woven together in a blend of acquiescence.
To recall the self before the fall,
To hearken to perfections call.
A lover's grasp in light speed need,
Freed of self through another's seed.
Sometimes absent, sometimes ardent,
The cognizant recognition of it;
To claim the naked namesake of your soul's blueprint.

And in this quiescence,
the first breath of newness,
the olden eyes of ancients,
prophecy is spoken,
truth awoken,
the surrender of the line to the curve,
eternity blessed by the way we serve.

I want to renew faith,
hold it like an infant to my breast,
cherish it.
I want it to take the best of me
and make me new,
like a mother for the first time in love with birth,
with the pain that could split mountains,
the name of creation with her in labor,
with the savor of the body's quiver,
where the wild and the innocent meet,
legions of angels watch and kiss the child,
and kiss the tired yet replete woman,
to say job well done, but it is not complete,
now raise this child,
raise him up good,
do it like you should.

Yes, to be made new.
To be born again in You.
No one said it wouldn't hurt,
No one said it won't be ugly at first,
But the most beautiful flowers rise from the dirt.

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

Very inspiring full of positive vibes...one thing I learned in life is that change is constant, nothing remains the same...and its up to us, in positive manner to renew ourselves, at times. Wonderful.