The Writings of James - XXII

i should turn inward and resolve to myself
That for family and work girl should be happy, not felt left
Aching for something more…longing for something more
To somehow magically appear at my door

i entered the realm of submission by chance
And ready to leave feeling empty, then felt His glance
His soft-spoken words filling my mind
His gentle touches soothing in like kind

i am but a novice, with no training to offer
He’s so experienced…His overflowing coffer
His wisdom, His knowledge, His strength and power
His body standing tall…over mine it towers

my eyes try to lock onto the goal
Of offering all…mind, body and soul
Do i dare believe this to be true…to wish…to dream?
Or sadly resign oneself of its elusiveness and inwardly scream

Of Him i marvel, i wonder and look in astonishment
i am so naive and nervous, how can i, Him compliment?
Yet, onward with each forward step i take
He consumes my very being…from a dream i pray i never wake

At times i falter, withdraw into my fractured shell
Then listen and become contented at the tells He tells
Am i but resolved a mother and wife to be
If only through His eyes could i see

i falter again at something He says and feel lost
Regress back into myself, again the tempest toss
Trying to seal the shell around me…trying to dry the eyes that welt
Then something deep inside makes me take another step

my mind races..seeing the mirage in the desert of my life
Uncovering my eyes, i realize He can relieve my strife
For He is not a mirage, He is real
i hear His every word….His touch i feel

Touched by His gentle kindness i open up my mind
Marvel at His perseverance and sincerity towards me and find
i’m grateful for His patience and understanding ways
Resolve to take another small vigilant step…within His presence stay

The remarkable beauty of His words puts me at peace
Letting me peel back the protective shell, so the real me can release
Oh the exquisite pictures that before mine eyes He paints
How can but upon my soul, peace and happiness He taint

Freely and honestly His words and actions settle upon my ears
i listen in wonderment and it soothes and settles my fears
Even though i struggle deep within with my desires
i attempt to hold back so as not to fuel the fires

But how can i hold back when i sit in awe
Of His entirety…i cannot find a single flaw
One by one He meticulously untangles my tightly woven web
That by nightfall one more fear has been put to bed

For so long i have hidden my true self away
Just taken each day for itself…day by day
Holding within myself, fear and trepidation in which i am bound
But then hear His words…my heart rebounds

He has an amazing way of overcoming pain and grief
Within His presence i feel that same relief
Oh god, i am but a little one who is completely lost
How can i but surrender to Him now, no matter the cost

i do not pretend to understand what quirk of fate
Brought me to Him, to serve, to please, to relate
To completely well up with such emotion inside
Only feeling complete when kneeling at His side

Oh how my mind races, my heart does palpitate
At the soft whispers i now await
When from the mist, He beckons “Come to Me”
i am totally drawn, for it is only Him i see

Running at His call and falling to my knees
i instantly feel His light and strength engulf me
Without realizing what has transpired
i now find within Him, i am inspired

my only need now is for His pleasure to live
Giving totally of myself…not want…only give
To please Him, to serve Him, to gladly perform any task
Knowing as i do so, in the warmth of His ardent heart i bask

Of Him i marvel, i wonder and look in astonishment
i am so naive and nervous, how can i, Him compliment?
Yet, onward with each forward step i take
He consumes my very being…from a dream i pray i never wake

These words were inspired by a girl’s completion of an assignment to write an essay on how she marveled at her special Dom. They say imitation is the greatest compliment that can be paid to someone. Then let it be known, that these words are her words taken from an essay format and put to poetry. How easy it is to make words and thoughts flow together in symmetry and rhyme when the girl serving Me puts forth her best efforts and pleases Me to inspiration.