My Soul Tokens

I saw the eyes of hell and still stand to tell about it I walked the path to nowhere and still know where I am I spoke my peace and still have more to say I lived another life and still find one here I cried for peace and still weep for more I sleep exposed to the elements and still wake in the streets I beg so I will eat and still will not be full I dress to be warm and still feel the cold I hide from stares and still am judged I am homeless and still I have a name

Give me the strength to carry myself to be the person I hope to be. Give me grace to present myself to be the person they all see. Give me the patience to heal myself to be the person that is me.

It makes me smile when I think of an angel smoking a pipe, others would most likely think of it as odd. It is one of life’s ironic gifts that has been bestowed upon me. I will look to my angel for guidance for this is the only one I have. No other angel will compare and I was destined for this one, no matter if the advice is laced with wisdom or truths you wish not to hear. You wouldn't expect to find wings on a scruffy man, with a full beard, long hair, glasses, and a pipe. He could pass for the stereotypical homeless man; a man who does not shave, seldom cleans, and starts his day with a dose of alcohol of his choice. Not so much the angel type but the peace of having any angel brings such comfort when life just does not make much sense. He always has a sense of humor even when he is sad. Will always give when he has nothing for himself. He is always true to who he is, even if that happens not to fit into a society too well. So, my guardian angel smokes a pipe, wears blue jean

I have not been to war But the machine guns in my head ruin my thoughts Woven in silk; I have a destiny A web of directions I chose to take I do accept the fact it is mine No one can strip this from me tears do not change my destiny It has all been written with fate The battle wades through my days Win or lose, the power is within me But if the fight is mine then my destiny stays This plays out in time and space Calling for a break in moments shall not be Time will not give mercy to catch up It is time to stand and ride through destiny Own the moments and hold on tight

Grief tangles around, entering at will and without warning. Strength deserts me in the most inopportune times. Power drains from my entire being, leaving me alone. Sadness sweeps in surrounding shadows encasing me.

Maybe it is nothing at all The smile that takes my day to brighter skies. Maybe it is nothing at all. The ache inside my chest that pains for your presence Maybe it is nothing at all The stars in my eyes as I let myself dream Maybe it is nothing at all. The wind that sweeps me up with your kisses Maybe it is nothing at all The sun that heats my body with your touch Maybe it is nothing at all The earth that moves when I see in your eyes Maybe it is nothing at all The touch of your hands that make me tingle Maybe it is nothing at all The sigh that lifts me into your embrace Maybe it is nothing at all Just maybe originally published 2010