Rachel Michelle

  Follow the Water   Water flows, it ebbs My soul opens and ebbs, too I drink the water, down my throat, and into my belly it goes Water cleanses, water clears, water pushes and perseveres My body loves water, made almost entirely of it, too. Water is life, water is life, water is life.   It gives life, it can take too, it can flow and flood, trickle and gush When put on fire, it cools and extinguishes When put inside a thirsty, dry well, it gives life and replenishes. Follow the water, as it flows, it goes, down each winding path, flowing down Always flowing down, always moving, never stagnant The perfect metaphor for life as it is, impermanent and everchanging.   Where does water flow, towards the ocean always. All streams lead to the same source. Metaphor for life again? We are like water, we are made of water, we respond to water We flow like water, we change like water, we can get polluted like water, too. Therefore we mus...

 My King,  What would you like to build today my King? Would you like to be my King?  And I your Queen?  Would you like to build a kingdom together?  Noble. Sovereign. Serious.  Hmmmm.... Heart on fire, afraid but comforted.  Confessing my love for you fills me with relief and trembling. What if you reject it?  My love. My heart.  But you don't know how much i love you, i haven't told you. You haven't asked.  So now what? Do i confess? Do i wait for your confession? Do you have anything you would like to declare? Just like the airlines want to know?  I want to know also.  I wait. Like a fool. A fool for love, a fool for you, a fool for us.  Sitting, like a duck, by the pond, waiting for a crumb.  My King, stand up and claim what is yours.  I choose you.  My heart.