Winter’s Mistress

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Her arrival comes swiftly with the crisp seasonal gusts

Our Queen Mother from the stinging frozen north

Dusting our existence with her wintry blanket of reality

Her falling white magnificence collecting in heavy layers

As if gifted to us from under feathered wings of angels

 

The undeniable beauty of her presence is astonishing

A vision of bright luminescence we all should aspire to be

To ourselves and to each and every other we see

 

Her stunning elegance demanding our vigilant contemplation

Harshly awakening us from our ageless frozen slumber

Our hibernation means eyes are closed to a grace unsurpassed

While the snow runs muddy with a multitude of sins

 

Behold the undeniable majesty of Winter’s icy Mistress

Her frozen glance becomes a moment stopped in time

Providing opportunity for self reflection in mirrors of ice

She carries with her the bitter cold of past experience

While gliding on the promise of new life in the Spring

Celestial Sentinel

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  I wake once more to the light of a new day. As I shake off the cobwebs left by another peaceful night’s slumber, I have no choice but to smile. I am by myself in my quiet morning world, but by no means am I alone. My companion this day and all days prior is all around me and within my very soul. With each new day of courageous perseverance and clarity of the mind, she gains a stronger hold on my security, sanity, and peace of mind.

  Times have not always been this relaxed and carefree however. My life’s journey thus far has had great triumphs, but has also been plagued with very dark and disturbing travels through worlds of hurt and despair. Whether self inflicted or brought by the hands of others I have felt true anguish.  This wretched affliction is not abolished from my current reality now, but merely lies dormant waiting for my divine protector to lose her grasp on my safety in a momentary lapse of concentration.

  This ethereal energy that surrounds me and keeps me sheltered from the bombardment of temptation and the trickery of tragedy is unwavering in her vigilance. It must surely be an exhausting task to look after someone such as myself. Most certainly my past indiscretions, the playing of dangerous games, and my countless dances with the DEVIL have left her battle weary and burdened.

  This day my heart is rich and my spirit is light, but I must always be mindful of the fact that the dark realities of my compulsions, addictions, and deadly desires lie in wait to be the ruination of my very soul. My Guardian Angel protects me, but I must also lessen her strain by acknowledging my weaknesses and taking avoidance of the most obvious perils that remain to see me fall again. This much I owe to the one who keeps guard of my remaining sanity and protects me from myself.

  The depths of gratitude I feel for this unseen entity are immense and immeasurable. The debt I owe I can never repay. For without the divine intervention of my devoted defender, I most assuredly would have encountered a fate worse than death.

  I am happy today and my thoughts turn to hope. The hope that I will be accompanied by this true warrior spirit for the rest of my days. I want to feel her watchful eyes upon me until my proper time has come and I am peacefully carried off to the kingdom of light and love.