Longing to live deeply from the soul...
caught up in the day to day
wondering if they'll ever be
enough time, space, love, life, money
to pursue my heart's dreams.
Between diapers and driving, legos and raising men
who has time to become a girl again--
(and grow into a woman)?
Barbies and dress-up, glitter and crowns,
pink stuff and make-up and fanciful gowns!
Bubbles and bubblegum, iridescent sheen,
sparkly and girly--all parts of my dream.
Pottery and music, dancing and fun--
things abandoned when the work had begun.
Where are my sisters? Where are my friends?
Who will share these dreams with me? Will the dreams end?
Peaceful time, down time, I'm my own worst friend.
The urgent, the cleaning, the slavery never ends.
Oh, I long to live deeply, to be nurtured in my soul;
to draw out, to reach out before I'm too old.
Oh Maker, oh Shaker and healer of things
draw out and bring out my glory, my wings!
My trust it falters, my heart it grows tired
my passion is revived when my soul is desired.
You are my lover, my daddy, my king!
I am your princess--it's a girly type thing!
I will live in your castle and dance at your table--
I long to reflect that as much as I'm able.
So how does it look? Where is the time?
I really don't know, but the dreams are still mine. |
