Maturity

Beautiful child of God

You think you are 

Old 

Beaten down

Passe’ 

Past your prime 

No good 

Worn out 

Washed up 

A body to be put on the shelf

Forgotten 

Unacknowledged 

Useless 

Now 

Let me tell you how I see you! 

You are my 

Beautiful child 

Who was birthed out of 

The loins of 

Not just flesh and bones and blood 

But 

The highest frequency of love

Out of my two hands

You crowned

 

Beautiful daugher of Zion

We raised you up as family

Have always been

Standing patiently

Sending you love

Protection

Heavenly angels

To blow you kisses

To make you smile and laugh

And be at peace

Even when the world

Around you

Raged.

When inside

There was a volcano erupting.

 

We were there

And delighted

Each time you twirled

Danced, Praised

Enjoyed life

 

Oh how we prayed for you

Yes we pray too!

Standing together as Trinity

We sent love bombs

And crescendos of glorious rain

To wash your sorrow

 

Beautiful sword of the Spirit

Now

That you have softened

Now that the body

Has lost its sharpness

Now that your heart

Your beautiful, wounded

Beating heart

Can recieve just a little more

Of our touch

 

You open like a winter flower

With appreciation

Introspection

Heart opening

Love flowing

 

Now you become

At last

The Sword of the spirit

Sharp again

And to the point

You use your abiding love

Joy bursting forth

From every fiber

Every cell

And every thought pattern

 

With every rhythmical step

You become

The blade

To slice through

Any iron cage

That imprisons you

With words, images, inuendos

Which may suggest that

You are anything but

Perfection.

 

(c) 2022, Nikki Lyn Pugh

Image by: Jill Wellington