Prologue:
Alone in the woods,
along a dark musty path,
a broken, sore girl,
places on armor that lasts.
Each day is a battle,
of foes unexpected, unseen...
and her daily time with God,
brings the comfort she needs.
The Vision:
The warrior, she rose,
on the damp misty day,
laced up her boots,
and knelt down to pray.
What carried her on,
was an unspoken hope,
a wisp of a wish...
born on a path long ago.
This hope nearly lost,
as the trials combined.
The people fought back,
and support vastly declined.
Alone now, unsure...
Just begging to flee,
drawn on by this hope,
that's drowning, unseen.
Deep in her plea for direction,
she dreamt of a battle...so distant, a blur...
Instantly, she jumped on her saddle,
and road, till fighting and death consumed her.
Shields clashed.
Bodies dismembered.
Armies stood.
A day to remember.
A glowing light,
shined brightly through the mass,
a sword driven on,
A most kingly drawn path.
Standing up for the good,
the pure and the lovely.
Unseen angels surround,
and heavenly hosts summoned down.
From the ground she's surrounded.
She saw no way ahead.
But the devil, he's scared,
and whispers..."Death, fear, and dread!"
They proped up her shield,
and carried her sword,
her will may have faltered...
But He is The Lord!!
A thunder crash,
brought an almighty storm.
Beasts flee from the field,
in a hazardous swarm.
Truth was won,
on the fateful, dark day.
And an awestruck warrior,
stopped to give Him praise
The vision now passed,
the girl rose on up,
renewed in her spirit,
for Christ was enough!
He gave her a message,
to carry her through.
The hope that was lost,
has now been renewed.
She doesn't know where,
or how...even why!
but she knows He is there,
and the Son is her guide.
The battle she's on,
has already been won,
written in history,
from the day it begun.
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
The Death and Life of TRUE LOVE in America
There is an epidemic,
Growing deep inside our souls.
Devastation has been implanted,
In generations long since foretold.
We seem not to know the cure,
Though one readily exists.
And now time is growing colder,
As we sink further in the mist...
There are still a faithful few,
Who know the path to light,
And these steady souls are eager,
to stand up, pray, and fight!
But the masses run away
Saying, "We're much to smart for this!"
Passion is their guide,
And hopes float upon a wish.
This passion is a flame,
That quickly bursts to light.
Yet, when tormenting storms rain down,
Embers fade into the night.
The lights are growing dim,
blackouts down every street.
The quick pulse of flames dispersing,
beating in the rhythm of defeat.
Yet, where there's hope and courage,
and people left to fight,
warmth and love will draw them,
like a pillar in the night!
Growing deep inside our souls.
Devastation has been implanted,
In generations long since foretold.
We seem not to know the cure,
Though one readily exists.
And now time is growing colder,
As we sink further in the mist...
There are still a faithful few,
Who know the path to light,
And these steady souls are eager,
to stand up, pray, and fight!
But the masses run away
Saying, "We're much to smart for this!"
Passion is their guide,
And hopes float upon a wish.
This passion is a flame,
That quickly bursts to light.
Yet, when tormenting storms rain down,
Embers fade into the night.
The lights are growing dim,
blackouts down every street.
The quick pulse of flames dispersing,
beating in the rhythm of defeat.
Yet, where there's hope and courage,
and people left to fight,
warmth and love will draw them,
like a pillar in the night!
(I dedicate this to those fighting for love and marriage that is true, not a wisp of emotion, but that is long-lasting, forever, through the trials in life, scarred and imperfect, but beautiful!)
Saturday, October 11, 2014
Life's Simple Deduction
For what do I owe this minute?
This day to be called, "most blessed",
The sounds of my babes still dreaming,
and a mind that's not quite at rest.
Though darkness and dread loom about,
and death encroaches our door.
A gentle hope yet arises,
it whispers and I yearn for more.
The clock ticks on and I wonder...
Will rest come find me this day?
Or will the race laid before me,
still carry me further away?
It seems but simple deduction;
2 kids, a house, and nice cars.
We should be ever so happy,
Yet our sights are set on the stars!
Amanda Ruiz
10-12-14
This day to be called, "most blessed",
The sounds of my babes still dreaming,
and a mind that's not quite at rest.
Though darkness and dread loom about,
and death encroaches our door.
A gentle hope yet arises,
it whispers and I yearn for more.
The clock ticks on and I wonder...
Will rest come find me this day?
Or will the race laid before me,
still carry me further away?
It seems but simple deduction;
2 kids, a house, and nice cars.
We should be ever so happy,
Yet our sights are set on the stars!
Amanda Ruiz
10-12-14
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Daughter Arise
Daughter arise to your perfect fate!
Your eyes are deep with wisdom,
Your smile, soft and sweet.
You bring only peace and love,
to those who seek your face
You have known what is right and wrong,
from the earliest of years.
and always strived to do your best
...to conquer all your fears.
The purpose in your life,
hangs heavy with ripe fruit.
Do not let the rains destroy,
All God has in store for you.
There will be troubles,
and terrible strive.
Tears will fall,
Many times in life.
Keep your eyes focused on heaven,
And on your knees worn from prayer.
Always give to Him your worries, and
God will surly meet you there.
and know...Mommy will always smile,
and feel incredible joy at the sound of your voice
and the mention of your name.
Your eyes are deep with wisdom,
Your smile, soft and sweet.
You bring only peace and love,
to those who seek your face
You have known what is right and wrong,
from the earliest of years.
and always strived to do your best
...to conquer all your fears.
The purpose in your life,
hangs heavy with ripe fruit.
Do not let the rains destroy,
All God has in store for you.
There will be troubles,
and terrible strive.
Tears will fall,
Many times in life.
Keep your eyes focused on heaven,
And on your knees worn from prayer.
Always give to Him your worries, and
God will surly meet you there.
and know...Mommy will always smile,
and feel incredible joy at the sound of your voice
and the mention of your name.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Feet upon the Rock!
There once was dark and shadows,
Inside her lonely soul.
Where love and light strived to surface,
The night drew them down below.
She pasted a warm, sweet smile,
upon her drawn down face.
And greated those around her,
With an abundance of love and grace.
Her hope was for the future,
A much brighter one than this.
She dreamt of it almost daily,
And prayed for just this wish.
To be someone filled with love,
For light to shine clear through.
To warm the heart of others,
And to give darkness to its due.
Each moment was a battle,
While running life's great race.
When she paused too long to dwell...
Darkness would snarl back into place.
So, she focused up above,
Not on the world around.
On the triumphs that did abound,
Not on the world that pulled her down.
Certain paths were filled with thorns,
and covered thick in smog.
She couldn't see far beyond,
But still further on she sought.
To go back was not an option,
To forge ahead is all she could do.
The unknown wasn't as scary,
As remaining in this same view.
Over dense pathways of despare...
Under blazing dessert droughts...
Through lonely trecks in solitude...
Until the river led her safely out.
She grasped the sandy shore,
Green eyes blinking past the tears.
Crawling up to great lush land,
And collapsing from all the years.
The sun gently swept her cheek,
She felt her strength inside renewed.
The meadow held a sweet embrace,
With the promised land in view.
Without even looking back,
She rises to meet the dawn.
Her hope for the future in clear sight.
The promise of a new song!
Inside her lonely soul.
Where love and light strived to surface,
The night drew them down below.
She pasted a warm, sweet smile,
upon her drawn down face.
And greated those around her,
With an abundance of love and grace.
Her hope was for the future,
A much brighter one than this.
She dreamt of it almost daily,
And prayed for just this wish.
To be someone filled with love,
For light to shine clear through.
To warm the heart of others,
And to give darkness to its due.
Each moment was a battle,
While running life's great race.
When she paused too long to dwell...
Darkness would snarl back into place.
So, she focused up above,
Not on the world around.
On the triumphs that did abound,
Not on the world that pulled her down.
Certain paths were filled with thorns,
and covered thick in smog.
She couldn't see far beyond,
But still further on she sought.
To go back was not an option,
To forge ahead is all she could do.
The unknown wasn't as scary,
As remaining in this same view.
Over dense pathways of despare...
Under blazing dessert droughts...
Through lonely trecks in solitude...
Until the river led her safely out.
She grasped the sandy shore,
Green eyes blinking past the tears.
Crawling up to great lush land,
And collapsing from all the years.
The sun gently swept her cheek,
She felt her strength inside renewed.
The meadow held a sweet embrace,
With the promised land in view.
Without even looking back,
She rises to meet the dawn.
Her hope for the future in clear sight.
The promise of a new song!
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Undone
ever changing
ever blending
A cycle ever winding
Through the mountains
Through the valleys
overtop the canyons
underneith where darkness passes
filled with beauty
filled with spendor
It sees the great horizons
It sees the depths of solice and of danger
Time passes quickly
Ever running
Always driving
Forever longing
To reach the nearst summit
and then driving on to meet the next
Pushing past the rocky pathways
Discovering new fairways
Until the last great prescipace
Until the ultimate horizon
stretching purple hues accross the sky
Leaving us to wonder why
Why was I chosen!?!
...to march accross this land
Did I meet each day,
With a grateful and outstretched hand?
Did I give my own water,
to the weary passerby?
Did I offer up my peace,
To a child when they cried?
For my calm, and my cool?
Or will the stormy days,
In my life overrule?
Why do some have such grand journeys,
and other sit and wait.
Why do some change great landscapes,
and others live out a simple fait.
All I want to be...
All I want to see...
will lead to this last horizon,
and then whisp me unto Thee.
Life is ever moving
ever changing
ever blending
A cycle ever winding
Monday, May 6, 2013
Every Moment
Peering past the blooming windowsill,
To the parking lot below.
Flowing streams of passersby’s
They do not pause, nor do they know.
Wondering how their day unfolds,
What mission brings them here?
What life do they go home to...
Are their loved ones held so dear?
The minutes tick on by,
As halfhearted smiles fill the room.
I glass over, withdraw to thoughts,
Sweet memories consume.
My first job…
A teacher in a kid filled room.
Twas all I ever dreamed.
Oh, but then...
My wedding day,
With the most handsomest of grooms!
The birth of my daughter,
Sweet and new,
Husband cuddles me in bed.
And then my son,
With his brilliant smile,
...or little family is now set.
A strong hand grasped hold of mine,
Pulls me back to this drab room.
Clear blue eyes sparkling back at me,
I feel my love consumed.
"Mom, I'm here..
I love you so."
How did he grow so strong?
This cannot be,
the same spry boy,
That once giggled all day long.
To the parking lot below.
Flowing streams of passersby’s
They do not pause, nor do they know.
Wondering how their day unfolds,
What mission brings them here?
What life do they go home to...
Are their loved ones held so dear?
The minutes tick on by,
As halfhearted smiles fill the room.
I glass over, withdraw to thoughts,
Sweet memories consume.
My first job…
A teacher in a kid filled room.
Twas all I ever dreamed.
Oh, but then...
My wedding day,
With the most handsomest of grooms!
The birth of my daughter,
Sweet and new,
Husband cuddles me in bed.
And then my son,
With his brilliant smile,
...or little family is now set.
A strong hand grasped hold of mine,
Pulls me back to this drab room.
Clear blue eyes sparkling back at me,
I feel my love consumed.
"Mom, I'm here..
I love you so."
How did he grow so strong?
This cannot be,
the same spry boy,
That once giggled all day long.
Coffee skin, in a white linen dress.
Leans over my cold bed..
Her sweet smile calms my soul.
Leans over my cold bed..
Her sweet smile calms my soul.
Then she whispers, “go on, rest your head."
They cuddle in around me,
I feel their warmth and sweet embrace
Their father's near me now
I reach up and touch his kind face.
This moment came too soon.
I want to finish out this great race!
But He is calling me to come home,
...I can almost see his face.
"Sing to me, my precious ones"
I muster soft and week.
Amazing Grace carries me…
As I drift off, at last, to sleep.
They cuddle in around me,
I feel their warmth and sweet embrace
Their father's near me now
I reach up and touch his kind face.
This moment came too soon.
I want to finish out this great race!
But He is calling me to come home,
...I can almost see his face.
"Sing to me, my precious ones"
I muster soft and week.
Amazing Grace carries me…
As I drift off, at last, to sleep.
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