Thursday, July 31, 2014


Stones hold you down like,
Hammers hold the nail.
Release is hard and sometimes slow.
Find your anchor first,
Letting the rest follow,
Then you can walk on air.
As a lighter step follows,
The bigger picture will reveal in time.
Angels take it light as a feather,
Nothing to pull them down,
Follow their path. 

"I had been trying to smooth these stones
Thought I could make my way alone." 
"I had been hiding behind these stones
Thought I'd be well enough alone."
"I had been running still You pursued
I watched you move each heavy stone.
The thorns around me torn Your skin
But you kept coming through
'Cause you won't leave well enough alone"
~Christine Dente