Kimbaline Navas (she who waits)
What A Lily Blooms Dream - Poem by Kimbaline Navas (she who waits)
As I woke to a gray morning, clouds cover my sky; raindrops fell on the rooftop of my room and a gloomy feeling of loneliness surround my soul as this emptiness eats me alive.
I lied back in my bed I started to reminisce of the past where my childhood ran into my adult life and the sweet smell of a lily field no longer made my eyes see the beauty of the new day coming.
Like many times before overlooking another day just at that point the winter breeze blow the window open.
I quickly ask myself where did my life go? Why do I feel as if I lost my way? “What a hell of a feeling, this feeling that I created,
” then I start to pray as the tears roll down my gentle face I realize that I made this horrible place.
What a lily dream I have got myself into, then out of nowhere the aroma of the lily fields covers my room embraced with a sincere feeling of this heavenly peace.
The tears that fell has started to bloom now this is amazing, I mean this is unreal, I am standing in a room that now is a lily field.
A bed of flowers I am swarming in as I lay my head back and got deeper into my praying, God had placed me way up there.
To my surprise what I was searching for had came right in front of my eyes now what I am about to say might seem to much to bare... But lay your problems with Him then leave it there.
What a lily blooms dream I found myself in, once I stopped searching outwards and started from within.
The cozy feeling of warmth cover my inner layer as I drifted of to the fields of which I once remember being home, I have never seen a lily field or dwelled in one but I dreamed of the lily field being just like this one.
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