I looked down the pew
I was looking at you
What a handsome profile
Big, soul penetrating, blue eyes
Something inside of me stirred
It did not make sense at first …
What was this unexpected urge
It was months before I was convinced
My heart had gone ahead of my will
It was as if my soul was dancing …
Could he be the one I was dreaming of?
My mind said no! My spirit said yes!!
I am convinced …
It was the meeting of our souls
That caused me to fall so very deeply
It was if they were dancing to a song of old
As if before creation of you or I
Our souls once met in heaven
Before plunging far to earth… landing
Into tiny new bodies awaiting to meet
Though growing up we were separated
By miles and miles and different states
It was destiny’s desire for us to be together…
Our souls intertwined as one in time and space
Both were not whole or complete before
But, desperately missing our other half …
Before we met here on earth our soul mate
Previously from another time … and place
Destiny’s fate was greater …
Than our mere faith that brought us together
What heaven has joined is greater …
Than anything that could separate us until the end … and later
You truly are my eternal forever lover never to be separated in this life
Through joys and in strife we shall endure storms and sunny days …
We will love, honor, and respect each other until destiny steals us away
Our souls intertwined and joined eternally, until reunited back in heaven Copyright 2014 : Brigitte A. Murchison
Click On Link Below Play Song: You’re Still The One
Each day is of value …
The good, the bad, the sad, and the lovely.
The Lord is always listening and seeing …
You are here so God can experience the world through your eyes.
Every day He falls in love with His creation …
All over again … because of you and what you do.
Enjoy each day and live your life to the fullest …
It is the most sacred and treasured thing you can do.
How thankful I am to have this gift of life each day …
All that I see, do, and say, treasured gifts to reflect in my old age.
Copyright 2014 Brigitte A. Murchison
Do with it what you will…
Fill it with beautiful colors
Fill it with sacred memories
Fill it with visions for love of others
Fill it with glorious sunshine from above
Fill it with remembrances of your beauty
Let me see the good in others
Let me remember faces filled with smiles
Let me see beauty that others pass by un-noticed
Let me see your miracles in creation
Let me breathe in a fragment of nature’s beauty
May I feel your holy presence …
As you, cradle me in your safe harbor.
May I feel like the masterpiece you created me to be.
(Copyright Brigitte A. Murchison)
A young couple in bed cuddle
The first light of morning
Slips through the window shades
They lay gazing into each other’s eyes
It is their first night home
From a hospital stay…
She had a tumor removed from
Her cheek, He was glad she was saved
A nerve was cut in surgery
It left her with a twisted palsy lip
She asked him if he still loved her
His face lit up with a convincing smile
He tenderly leaned in …
For the most deeply passionate kiss
He twists his lip to match hers
Passion and eagerness overcome them
This kiss of true love …
Sustained their passion…
As their bodies melded into one
Her fears subsided with the kiss of true love
“Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things,
endures all things for the ultimate good of those we love.” (1 Cor. 13:7)
Copyright 2014 Brigitte A. Murchison
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If we strain our ears to hear the deafening silence of angels gathered near,
We would notice the gentle rubbing of feathered wings if only we could hear.
But, through the years our hearts and our faith has withered and closed our ears,
Our memories, have all but vanished, our visions so blurred, not noticing a feather near.
If only our hearts opened once more, to pure thoughts, surely we would see one this year.
Then all would see as I do, great multitudes of angels waiting…lovingly gathered here.
He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings, you will find refuge. Psalm 91:4
Copyright 2007 Brigitte A. Murchison
Diligently we labored upon passion’s alter,
Amid melted wax our love would not falter.
Love’s bursting flames anew, we were mid-twenty,
Ultimately everyday life’s passion ticked gently,
Our love so young, our fuel plenty,
Never a thought, of our lover’s cup running empty.
Bright blinding desire it did reveal,
Once upon our window sill.
Once Lovers wrestled beneath it’s dancing light,
Now dusty and forgotten, silently awaiting delight.
Life’s melted wax was removed but, it wasn’t quit like new,
But it was discovered old wax could relight passions we once knew.
Copyright By Brigitte A. Murchison U.S.A.
By Brigitte A. Murchison
He never opened his eyes
He did not move. ..
He laid there in a coma
In his silent tomb of a body
I thought death was the
Worse thing that could
Happen to your child
Until this . . .
The thought of our son
Laying in a bed being kept
Alive by machines for the
Rest of his life . . .
Was worse than death!
Through the hushing of
Machines pushing oxygen
Through his lungs in silence . . .
We waited for a miracle