“Love is thee most vital and necessary tool we have for our future, for our bettering. And we must use it with as much fervor as we use our weapons, our words and our tweets, our laws and our guns, our brands and our bodies our poems and our raps, our instruments and our songs, our science and our theory the future is calling for new forms, new methods and no longer will it suffice to vision us only in binary opposition”
6-Word Story #94 (via writingsforwinter)
We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.
My mother is absolutely beautiful.
Possessing inner beauty
and great faith like Sarah,
a humble servant like Mary
placing herself at God’s disposal,
and loving like Ruth,
caring and responsible like Esther
and a virtuous woman like Abigail.
For her worth is far more than rubies.
She speaks with the dulcet tones of an angel.
She is every child’s dream.
I am in awe of the woman
God choose to carry me
in to the selfishness and cruelty
of this world.
But it is my mother’s two iridescent wings
that keep me warm.
Every time she wraps me in her arms
it’s like recreating the unforgettable and tender moment
when a child drowns into the beauty
that is the arms of their mother
for the first time.
My mother is so beautiful
that the stars shine on her
every night, because
she is a black ocean
carrying the tides of her children
while enduring her own.
Yet she looks up to a brightness
that illuminates her expanse.
Her incriminating faith in God is inspiring.
Her love for something greater than herself
is so great that it
spills over in to her children.
For her household is clothed with scarlet.
Strength and honor are her clothing.
She opens her mouth with wisdom,
and on her tongue is the law of kindness.
She girds herself with strength.
Her lamp does not go out by night
because she does not eat the bread of idleness.
Beautiful and strong
my mother is a queen
far more than I could ever hope for
and all I could ever want to be.
Let your faith
be bigger than your fears.
is the substance of things hoped for,
the evidence of things not seen.
Fear lurks in your mind
and makes you feel incomplete.
If your have faith
as small as a mustard seed
than you fears
should be undetectable.
A woman is an ocean;
you cannot catch her
with a fist,
or fit her into a perfectly
and try as you might,
a six-yard silk dress will
never be enough to fit
all of her flesh.
Between her horizon
and her feet,
there is not a frame
on earth that can capture
Many foolish men have lost
themselves on her sands;
unwary of the moon,
and her waves
that carry many more
The light in your eyes will never shine brighter than they will when you finally recognize yourself in the mirror.
William Chapman (via thelittlephilosopher)