Silent Warrior .

 Mother Teresa has written some of the most powerful and moving quotes that I have ever read,

and has always inspired me to emulate her legacy of empathy.

She once wrote:

"See how in nature, trees, flowers, grass all grow in
silence;

see the stars, the moon and sun, how they move in silence.
We need silence to be able to touch souls."

I remember how empowered I felt after reading that. 
She made it sound so easy.
That if I were to just be silent, 

everything would align itself and it would become transparent and clear.
To be able to look into the hearts of people I loved.

To ease their pain.
To let them feel my empathy, my love.

All with unspoken words.

Actions.

Silence.

So powerful and incredibly beautiful.

Unfortunately, there are people whom we care deeply about, that our silence will never
seem to help.
People who have closed their hearts and do not wish to have their souls touched.
People who are succumbed by their anger and pain.

Driven by rage.
So far, that they have been plunged into darkened depths and feel
that they can no longer be reached.
Lost.

I am the silent sea that tries to come to your crashing waves.
I am the silent rainbow that comes to your turbulent lightning storm.
I am the silent rocks that will take the crashes of your heavy waterfall.

I am your silent prayer warrior.
I am "your stars, your moon, and your sun,"
and I move,

in silence.

Praise .

So awesome that I serve the same God as this little one!

Flame Of Hope .

There are times in my somewhat hectic life that I sit, and wish that for just one moment,

the world would stop spinning.

A small minute to grab hold of the moments in my life that matter.
Moments that flash before me, and are over before they even have time to be captured and become a memory.

Why is this?

Because there are many times I have felt that nothing lasts forever.

A sad realization, but it seems that nothing ever lasts long enough that allows you enough time to cherish it, the way it truly deserves.

Precious things, moments, people, that seem to just burn away...

and all you are left with are small remnants,

and a coldness in your heart and mind...

 where the warmth once raged.

How long will it be before my warmth for writing will also burn out before me? When will the last words and embers leave and no longer glow as brightly within me?

Will it ever leave me and just become a grey ash?

Or can I hold onto it long enough to watch it flourish and become something?
There is no way of truly knowing.

There are times that I feel that warm flame weaken. Times that I search for the right words and can not do so. A wind that I sometimes feel I am up against...

 that tries to extinguish my flame.

All I do know is that whether this, 
or other things will prematurely leave my life, I choose to savour the warmth of the fire now... and hope that against the odds, the embers last, 
and burn forever.