Do eyes not fall upon her femininity and marvel?

In her movements, is she not graceful?

When the sunlight highlights the strands of her hair
is she not an angel?

Are the depths of her heart not wonderful?

Are her kisses not passionate and sensual?

Is the essence of all that she is not beautiful?

A Woman’s Sexual Awakening

I stumbled upon a particularly riveting and moving podcast about a woman named Molly, who was diagnosed with stage 4 metastatic breast cancer and decided to leave her sexually and emotionally unfulfilling marriage to start an adventure of sexual exploration.

It is number 42., Dying for Sex on The Atlantic Magazine’s, “The 50 Best Podcasts of 2020.”

Enjoy: https://www.theatlantic.com/culture/archive/2020/12/50-best-podcasts-2020/617486/

Fire of Passion

Still, the love is there;
Still, he strokes her hair.
Their fire burns brighter than ever;
She replenishes his soul,
And he replenishes hers.
Forever, they are passionate lovers,
Beautifully seasoned with time
And lost in each other.
Still, he causes her body to shudder;
Still, she loves him with
A fervor like no other.

Depths of Love

Love’s secret depths are only found when tears are shed
And the strength of its power is taken to the edge,
When circumstances seem insurmountable and at the end;
It is only then, that it is truly tested and the beauty of its
intensity and potency is manifested.

Let Go

The tears she cries come from a deep sorrow that wounded her long ago.
She is in pain, but because her spirit is beautiful, sometimes it does not show.
She is an angel, who will transcend and touch the heavens, but she does not yet know.
She has held on for so long, but to heal, she will learn to let go.





Prayer of the Hospital Corpsman

Guide my hands oh Lord, and renew my resolve.
Strengthen me in my hour of truth,
and increase my courage to see the mission through.
The men in my care, hear their cries, and see their tears.
Restore their health quickly, so they can gird up themselves
and carry on in battle valiantly.
If they should face death, welcome them into your rest
where they will dwell in peace eternally.
Shield me from the attacks of the enemy,
and keep my hands steady.
Calm my heart in the face of the storm
so I can fulfill my duties and triage correctly.
Allow these men to find solitude in their pain;
take their thoughts away from the severity of their injuries.
Focus their thoughts on the beauty of the women they love,
and bring back fond memories of their families.
In their hour of agony, provide them an escape.
Heavenly Father, for the light of your love we wait.
In the hell of warfare, for your angels we await.