Strangely Vulnerable

 Strangely Vulnerable


Always been a steel butterfly
A stem that bends, not breaks
I had to be a woman early
For all my siblings' sakes.

I sacrificed my childhood
Though it was truly not my choice
I had to grieve in silence
And pretend I had no voice.

While deep inside, I yearned for
A life to call my own
Someone to make me feel loved
Someone to feel like home.

And years went by in sadness
And no love showed it's face
I looked to find that treasure
And made for it a place.

The sadness made me stronger
The pain gave me resolve
An enigma and a puzzle
That no one dared to solve.

I stood alone, I lived alone
A warrior in the fight
No armor bearer, no sweet companion
To help me bear the night.

And then you came into my life
With love there in your eyes
So much like I, it made me cry
And feel I'd won a prize.

And all my soul I gave to you
And all my love and heart
Feeling you fit into me
Like we'd never been apart.

But to my surprise, I found that I
In surrendering all of me
Became a little girl again
That only you could see.

That strong oak tree that I'd become
 Became a willow, swaying
And the warrior woman so tough outside
Became a schoolgirl, playing.

That love would make me vulnerable
Was not part of my plan
I only meant to show my strength
Like I'd always shown a man.

But not with you could I do that
However right or wrong
I found myself surrendering
And not wanting to be strong.

For in your arms I felt at last
The woman and the girl
I'd always been but was afraid to be
Alone there in the world.

But you have the power to crush me
And your words can bite and sting
Just as you have the power to endow
And the gift to make me sing.

So strangely, strangely vulnerable
I've become and yet I find
It's comforting to be a part of you,
Your body and your mind.

What heals can hurt, what hurts can heal
It's odd how love can be
The humbling vulnerabilities
In turn, can set you free.

You'll hurt me though you don't mean to
And heal me if you can
Through it all, you'll see, the woman- child in me
Will make you a stronger man.

For fear of love doesn't make you strong
But weaker every day
For your heart slows down and eventually stops
Every time you push love away.

These are the lessons that I've learned
In the life wars that I've fought
And that love is the most highly prized of all things
But it's something that cannot be bought.

So I willingly give myself to you
For my heart, though battle-worn
Is soft and pliable in your hands
Like a heart, just newly born.

©By Voo Shining Stone
The Woman-Child Who Found Herself
Jan 14, 2020
1:06 a.m.

Found On A Blue Green Sea

Found On A Blue-Green Sea

We sailed upon a blue-green sea

My love and I, that night

Beneath a moon of solid gold

And stars, silent and bright.

We clung to love with wanting arms

And spoke of things to come

Of fire and cold and growing old

And paths that lead to home.

We drank the night like it was wine

And whispered in the wind

Laughed at all the lonely years

And what almost could have been.

We'd found the faces we could love

In crowds of loveless hearts

And made our pact, no going back

To romantic stops and starts.

(Maybe love is magic

And maybe love is glue

And only love can mend the seams

Of a life that's torn in two).

But in that lovely little ship

Beneath those stars so bright

We solved the mysteries of our lives

As we sailed into the light.

Sometimes we don't know who we are

Till in a lover's eyes we see

All we ever hoped and dreamed

And all that we could be.

We nestled down in harboring hearts

Like treasures found and kept

While wind and sea carried us to shore

And in arms of love, we slept.

The song that inspired the write

The Promise by Secret Garden

the most beautiful melody I ever heard.......

©by Voo

Dec 1, 07

11:11 p.m.

A Lot Can Happen In Four Minutes

A Lot Can Happen In Four Minutes


A lot can happen in four minutes...

The world can end...you can fall in love
A car can be totaled, a web can be spun
A cup can break and be glued together again
A human being can be born while another human dies.

A lot can happen, does happen, has happened
Is happening all the time
But time passes, stands still, moves on, stops
In the blink of an eye and the beat of a heart.

There are those that can read the unwritten,
Hear the unspoken, feel the intangible
And move the unmovable
But those are few and far between, like us.

We belong to the category of "the few"
We don't think like "the many"
We don't live like "the average Joe"
We live in dreams that make reality "bearable."

Poetry is the language we speak
The purpose for our pain,
The reason that we breathe,
The thing that makes our hearts beat.

A lot can happen in four minutes......

I don't even know where that came from
The sentence just fell out of the ethereal
Into my mind and then my fingers caught it
And ran to get it down in print.

Who originated that thought? That phrase?
I have no idea. I only know it must be true
And if it's not, who cares?
 It sounds like a poem that someone needs to read.

Somewhere on the other side of this planet
(And, no, I don't believe that the Earth is flat)
I mean, look at the sun, the moon, the other planets
Aren't they all round?! Why should Earth be square?

And there on the other side of this God-shaped marble,
There are others trying to articulate these same thoughts
But very few, for this world is made up of the conformed
Square pegs desperately being forced into round holes.

Unlike us, we, who are neither round nor square
But uniquely shaped and bent and artistically formed
Into beautifully strange beings, hell bent
Upon finding other beings like ourselves outside of Heaven.

Only creatures like us see the heart shape in a fallen leaf,
A drop of crystal on a rose, the hidden smile on a granite face,
Hear the song the wind sings, the music of the stars,
Find the love in a heart that has been crushed beyond recognition.

A lot can happen in four minutes

Look at what just happened.......
You can receive a thought, peruse that thought
Write down that thought and share that thought
Like I just did. With you.


©by Voo Shining Stone
Jan 10, 2020
5:30 p.m.

Rose In Twilight

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Rose in Twilight

A blackened rose tied up in silk fell on the trampled snow

I did not see who dropped it there or see the giver go

I heard a raven call to it's mate, sitting in the tree

But I did not hear with listening ear a voice call out to me.

I stood as a statue as the twilight crept in

And the falling snow fell on my hair

The pulse in my throat and the rush of my blood

Was the only thing living felt there.

The sky was silver, reflecting snow

And the moon had not yet come

I felt the night, though out of sight

Welcome me to home.

A whisper rose up on the wind

And called my name so sweet

But I could not for life of me

Move my frozen feet.

Then I picked the rose out of the snow

And in sorrow bowed my head

And when I'd raised my face again

The rose had turned to red.

Copyright ©2007

 by Voo

Secret Place

Secret Place

A hush falls quietly on my soul and stills my beating heart

I've come to worship as I do and set myself apart

In a forest wonderland of snow beneath the white tipped pines

I walk in silence all alone and forget the world of time.

I cannot say what draws me here, I think I do not know

But when the world becomes too much, it's to this place I go

Far from the road and off the path on a trail you cannot see

My secret place to seek God's face and where He meets with me.

I turn my face up to the sky and let the snow fall down

Laugh like a child born in the wild and kneel there on the ground

The wind plays with me like a friend and blows my cares away

And if I could I surely would forever this place, stay.

The snowbirds come to visit me and sing their winter songs

I listen rapt with joyful heart till the day is almost gone

The trees, tall and attentive, wave the odd left behind leaf

And as the snow covers up my tracks, I leave behind my grief.

The world's a big and bitter place, most of the time to me

And loveliness and kindnesses are rare for the eye to see

In fellow man, in heartbreak's hand, it's hard to find the love

So I go running through the woods and search for it above.

And there I find it in the quiet with hillside covered in the white

The sparkling brook, the crystal fall, the One who made me, made it all

And for my hungry eyes that yearn, I listen, watch, observe and learn

Then take away the unwritten page He writes for me on nature's stage.

God's whisper, tender, like a glove, restores my soul, renews my love

Washes me clean, removes the stain, then sends me to the world again

And though I travel through the mire, fall in the quicksand, burn with fire

To that sacred place again I'll go and kneel my knees on fallen snow.

Cry out my pain and lay me down, to seek the mercy where grace abounds

Lay down the load I cannot bear, to walk away and leave it there

Pour out my heart for Him to see and let Him mend it once more for me

Reach up my hand to touch His face and meet Him in that secret place.

©by Voo

Jan 31, 2005

 7:30 p.m