Walk slow darling,
Birth of Venus
There’s a sigh in the silence and wind on the water,
a word that is stronger than death.
She was born from desire, this stardust daughter,
of fire, of rhythm and breath,
of melody, harmony, rising and falling,
with wind in her hair and an ocean calling.
She has lingering fingers and carrying hips,
there is singing and sighing and salt on her lips.
Place a hand on her heart, feel the beat of her pulse.
Hear the crashing of waves and the cry of the gulls.
March 8th, International Women’s Day
Christ in the rubble
Election day in the U.S.
Camp Moria, the 13000 on Europe’s front steps.
A poem about strength in weakness
Pentecost
May 5th, the day we celebrate our freedom.
Nashville
My respect to those who continue to stand up for what is right, or to remain seated for what is right, in this case.
Sunday
Friday
To love and to be loved…
Walk slow, people. 🙂
Pentecost is the celebration of the essence of God reaching down to us.
Easter 2017
The Christmas child knew all about oppression, poverty and having to flee for your life.
Awaiting the light.
Evening walk.
About Leadership and Election Day
Peace on earth, good will to men.
No mountaintop without the valley.
I do love the fall. It brings out the romantic in me.
To the brave parents in divorce, who chose to put the needs of their children before their own needs.
Inspired by C.S. Lewis, who for me was the first to give words to the longing.
For the Syrian refugees on our doorstep.
A little love song.
Annemieke de Gier 