Hope!

As I offered to Him This broken tattered body... And a mind that blooms flowers... Surrendering at his feet All of mine broken wings.... Yet! A little Hope still flutters; Awaiting Him! Awaiting Him! . Once I was told by my Beloved that Hope is that tender wing of a butterfly that flutters around in the sky; so that man shall be a child & not succumb to regret & darkness of ones minds. For 18years through this autoimmune disease my beloved infused seeds of hope within that blossom as buds & flowers as I walk through this delibilating pain where body constantly keeps shutting. The irony I was told is the muscles, tissues & nerves are damaged way beyond the line while recording through David Back Concept test, yet outwardly my beloved has graced & shielded the bodily covering to not let the cracks beneath show. At times I feel, all these varied ideas of art projects are they even meant to be...or does he plant seeds of hope so that my mind can be tender & fragrant even while the body's inertness weighs on me. Hope is his gift to me; the reason why even these writings happen. For often to all these ideas he's said Yes, never No, maybe Hope shall be my strength Alone to someday leave behind these works of Love; that for 18 years I've carried in my head that someday, these flowers shall bloom to be actually offered as Gratitude to my Beloved! . Today I leave you with Hope that he Gifts me; that someday I shall create this body of art work, against all odds due to this pain, for the love that is Coco & him. A small step in time, maybe paint for 10 minutes every day . Copyright: Meghna/2019