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Sunday, April 17, 2011

The 4:30 a.m. Poem

Middle of the night, I dream up this poem and can't go back to sleep until I write it down. We'll see what happens with it next but I'm so thankful that God inspires me even in my dreams, especially when my waking moments are sometimes too stressful or distracting to pay attention to the poetry. Thought I'd share it as a reminder that even when we sleep, our passions are working in us and on us. Here she goes:

She is her mother's daughter
She remembers what she taught her,
She dips her feet in pools of cool warrior water
And is ready for battle
All horse and saddle, bow and arrow, eyes narrowed,
She breaks chains and makes bars rattle
She aint playin
She's ready for war, know what I'm sayin?
Muscles flexed and mind focused
Her foes don't know what they in
She knocks on doors and then she promptly breaks them down
Asks nicely and politely and then quietly shakes them down
Makes them sound alarms, ring bells and raise their hands
In the air and she don't care
She's got a list of demands:


I don't know who this poem is about, but I like her and I hope she is me.

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