I want to take your reflection and live in it
As you reside in the world
Of hope amongst other’s chaos
I see your light and want to touch it
Please share it, give it freely
For some of the dim seek the shine
as they sink into darkness…
I trip on the road and look up to see a crow. He’s sitting in a tree just staring at me. Then he lets out a loud annoying caw as if I’m bothering him. A majestic creature overlooked every day sits there staring at me. I pull my hoodie up over my head to continue walking. It fly’s in front of me then settles on the tree to the left of me. I shrug my shoulders wondering what’s up with him. Maybe he’s having a bad day too.
“Everyone matters and has something to give.
For those hearts that see this seeking out others with the same.
I bow to you in acknowledgment of wholeness, understanding, kindness, and yearning to connect.
Inside my soul burns to meet others who wish to collaborate in this search for universal light.
Let no one take your candle but instead let’s hold it together up high so that all can see. Let us heal each other in spite of the hate and lies surrounding us.”
Angela K. Crandall
Make me want to
Help me to pull off the veil of doubt that the world has given me
Thrown upon me
Like a tarp on an old forgotten rowboat with one oar left to paddle.
-Angela K. Crandall- 10-2-17
“I miss the summer light that peered into my bedroom each morning. When I awoke, I’d push the covers from my feet rising to greet the sun. Then reach for the smell of the dew on the grass or the sweet trickle of rain that had simple past as I’d slept. Now, there is the darkness of the fall. It pushes me into a deep desire to sleep, devours the emptiness, void of light. No longer am I feeling the bounce in my step, but an eagerness to lay dormant beneath the sheets in my bed.”
~Angela K. Crandall~
In my world, there is an island where poverty doesn’t exist.
A place where you are not condemned for being either religious or not
But that you
Equal to each other no matter
Race, sexuality or where you are from
If we were to lift each other up
There would be no class system
There would just be a group of humans working together
So everyone had what they needed
This world is only in my heart
It can only be provided by me helping those around myself.
Being that which I want others to be
It will only happen if we; as a group of humans are selfless
It won’t be easy
I want an island where
People don’t have to hide who they are
Where no one hurts each other
Physically, mentally or emotionally
I want peace, hope, and love
I don’t understand those that say no judgment
Then they use a book to do just that.
Angela K. Crandall
“Each moment you try to make matter materializes before your eyes briefly then dissipates like the sand licked by the shore.”
-Angela K. Crandall ©10/19/16