My Song

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My Song

I won’t die with my song inside me.

I sing everyday my eclectic tune – arms wide, raw heart exposed.

I laugh as I make up words knowing I will find my way and persevere when my sweet song is reduced to a raspy whisper in moments of despair ---

But I sing, still I sing, sing, sing my song - will not be caged.

My radiant eyes will give it away.

My song has broad flowing wings that effortlessly soar and fill the sky with wild colored sprinkles of me.

- Kirsten Jongen

Thin places*

Living in the thin places

These places where I know I can reach out my arm,

and heaven shall reach out for me, meet me

Loving in the thin places

These places where love comes,
and silently crushes my fear

Breathing in the thin places

Even on my knees, the sky is sweaping my neck

- like a warm summer breeze

Time is still 

Crying in the thin places

Now heaven fills my heart, my blood,

my whole body, my soul

Power in the thin places

And I'm flying with no wings

Power to make the best out of things

My senses are in full awareness

Praying in the thin places

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* "thin places" - keltisk uttrykk som beskriv stader der himmel og jord møtest
* "thin places" - places where two worlds meet

Here I am

I am

I love

I hope

I laugh

I believe

I try

I struggle

I cry

I doubt

I fear

I fail

I sing

I live

Gunhild Sofie -10

Secret (Hush!)

It's not a secret that you are in my life.
It is a secret that I'm in yours.
It's not a secret that that the sun lifts me.
It is a secret that I need to be lifted.
It's not a secret that newspapers make me sad.
It is a secret that that I need to be comforted.
It's not a secret that secrets are told.
May I be your secret?

Gunhild Sofie