We all need a lift sometimes, a breather from the craziness of our everyday lives.
We all need a lift from our breaking down moments to repair our souls and mend our broken hearts.
We all need a lift from yesterday’s menu of rewritten stories to tomorrow’s pathway to our Amen.
We all need a lift sometimes and how it comes to us and which form, we have no say but that we get that lift is what counts.
Embrace the miracle of life, lifting.
©️Angela Aguiar
They say the water is fresh but it tastes like lava.
Like an orange flame in the sky, torture souls in the ground.
It is a water fountain at the edge of the road, cars and people going by and no one saying hi.
It cries intoxicatingly, bleeding profusely for a clean bed, a beautiful skirt, a clean underwear but no one cares.
Stinky feet marching through like soldiers in the battlefield, livid daylight testimonials piercing through book pages like a salad on the menu, rocks giving it a purpose to live.
Shut up they utter, anguish dribbling in her face we see, dry tears dripping through yesterday’s scars for today’s newspaper is heard on the loud speaker.
It bleeds still, I see it, you see it, they see it but no one seems to care.
I know, I can’t seem to stop the train from rolling through the water fountain but He can
©️ Angela Aguiar
The little bird on the corner urged me to run away to a far away land where the sand doesn’t know the beach and the beach doesn’t know the warm water, create a new cocoon of a make believe world of butterflies where I alone can kiss the ground the Lord has built.
I briefly contemplated the trip but He firmly raised His opposition, standoffishly rejecting the idea, saying loud and clear, the map had been traced, the red carpet laid out, to drive elsewhere.
I kept thinking, if I were to run away anywhere, I would still find maggots scattered like pumpkin seeds, old beat up Cadillacs with scrapped tags, fruit flies with colorful tenderloins of many promises. So, came party time, the flowers were in the patio, the keys on the table and the door opened.
I chose to Walk. Live. Breathe. decadently whispering like the most gorgeous bird striking a pose on her way down south instead. The world never tells you the story, the book does!
©️Angela Aguiar
ludlum drive 
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