~My Fortune in a Prayer of Gratitude~

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I may not have it all down here at this place

where hearts are broken

spirits darken

dreams shatter

more often than not.

But when I go Home,

once it is all said and done,

I can lift my chin with humble pride

and say…

“Lord, I have cried, 
and I have not been a perfect being
but truly my heart was at the right place
attempting at each moment to put You first, 
as not to attack or damage myself,
or any others (Your children).
Yet, 
I failed time & time again,
I cried
I hurt deeply.
This world, 
our Earth,
it revolves on other things, 
ones I rebelled to focus on. 
It has been isolating being the “odd one”
often being “out” for being good. 
 
Still, no regrets.
 
I will smile
when I meet YOU and angels.
Thank You for not letting me forget . . .
You are always by my side
You carry me when I cry . . .
You’ll be there when I die . . . 
Until Eternity.”  
 
 

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~G Y P S Y W O R D S~

Riding into a daydream

my horse so wild

it only responds to the sound of my calling

my gentle calling

spontaneous calling

always for an adventure to come.

Dreaming by day

working by starlight

as I write

I foretell my own fortune

as well as the luck from a few whom I love

I tell of my dreams which hint of our lives

I tell of my instincts

and of my vibes

I am a gypsy.

A trillion of silks envelop my being

a richness of auras embraces my skin

and after all the dancing by the moon tonight

has exhausted my traveling feet

I retire to sleep at the sound of the creek

the creek from which I drink

as the sunlight comes to greet.

I win all my battles

the ones I choose to beat

as I defeat my demons

and the demons on the street

My swords are my own hands

the only palms I cannot read

my eyes could tell stories

which my lips don’t care to speak

I am a wanderer.

I reside under one velvet shawl

I knitted for my fleet

taking nothing from all places

which enrich me while I sleep

I give away my love made treasures

Be they jewels

Be they me

Be they words of wisdom

Be they inspirations to complete

I give my all I have to give

none of it is meant for me and not for keeps

I pass on forward all my knowing

my gold coins

my rose hips

I toss them all up to the Universe

up towards Heaven

Above me

in the hands of the Father

I rest my fate

my destiny

for I know nothing is my own

the Lord is my shepherd

and I His Gypsy.

©Anaid K.C.

(~05092012DC)