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A Miracle

When do mistakes happen? 
What makes a miracle real?
Who decides what value is worth? who thought of us? who painted the canvass of hills that decorate the evening sky the very same horizon that gives the sun reason to climb?
Who blew bubbles in the sea and set the ocean free?
Who told the first story, sang the first song, colored the sunset, righted the first wrong? 
Who opened your eyes?
Who made the rainbow and the slide, invented the moments that contribute to pride.
Who gave joy to the first boy or uplifted the spirit of the first girl?
Who played with honor or shouted with glee, ran the first mile or climbed the biggest tree?
Who heard the first silence, before regret took it’s form?
Who was there to lay in the first pair of arms?
My first are not your first but they are important you see, if only to the person and I, you were there with me.
Who saw  my eyes open first and spoke words to me?
Told me I could when I refused to believe?
Who heard my laughter and heard a melody?
Who seen  past what the human eye can see? 
Who combined thoughts and brought vision in time and made dancing a luxury,  and caused the great divide?
Who gave destiny her map to this place and purposed Devine to intervene in her sweet little way? who selected the colors and was so precise in the stroke?
The stroke of the brush when they painted your life, gave you the  courage to embrace hope?
Who fostered your imagination or added  fuel to your fire, sent you into the world more than inspired?
Who crafted your will, carved your desire?
Who pushed you up and gave you energy as you tired?
Where was the first kiss you recall received? when did you learn to fall to your knees? who said the word that made you change your mind, had you asking these questions,  made you challenge time?
Who named you with a purpose in mind?
Who caused your fame?
Who taught you to be kind?
Who hugged you, pulled you in close, made you matter even when you lost hope?
All of these moments, but a thread of time, knit perfectly together create a unique blanket that when displayed in its glory is the first of its kind. 
Not one second more important than the rest.
All brought into one perfect mesh.
Tangles and  knots but a novelty bring this beauty sailing past the illusion to birth you, this reality> 

A miracle  

Copyright © Kathy Forbes | Year Posted 2019



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I want

I want to step into his presence like a pair of slacks, be wrapped in his grace like a leather jacket, I desire to bathe in his spirit, I want to feel his support like one of my best bras, I want to dine with him at the best restaurants and dance with him till the sun comes up, I want to sit and talk with him for hours, and walk with him along the shore as the sun goes down, I want to taste him in my morning coffee and feel him in the twilight hours. Good Morning God thank you for loving me, and those that make up my tapestry. Today do you know how you want to intertwine your day with Jesus, I need the door to open, there is no way to the father but threw the Son, he won’t stand outside any longer, I want his presence, his light, my house has been dark far too long, it is amazing what you can find when the lights come on, the beauty, yes my house is beautiful but is it hard to embrace the beauty when life has you so frightened that you can’t see, I will walk in his promises for me, I will walk in is love, covered by his grace fully directed in his word ready to fulfill my purpose….. Walk with me

Copyright © Kathy Forbes | Year Posted 2019

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infidelity is my sister

I missed you, you were here then gone, no one saw you go, you didn’t wave, I just didn’t see those eyes anymore, and yes it's lonely, wondering what it was like to have someone like you, I felt like I think a piano would if some keys were missing, I could get threw some of the melody but a lot of it was messy, the keys didn’t flow right, I fought for the right tune, the correct tone, but with the origin of the strokes missing the melody changed, it was gone. It was rough, there are times I forget you, but I always, the same time knew you were missing, I heard myself asking questions to turn for an answer to almost hear you whisper as your silhouette faded into the sky, I was trapped on the other side of us fighting to get to that familiar place that I knew existed within me as child, I hear myself calling out your name in my sleep to wake to a hand that is empty, my strolls long and colorless where full of with battles that I thought I had to fight alone, I was missing me in you because you made me think, we, us, two, but I was one, sister without a sister, looking and being blessed with sisters learning that no sister can be a sister within a sisterhood without the strength of her sisters, I want to hear those songs again, the ones that sounded so out of tune when you were no more than a memory, I want that melody, those walks and talks, and sleep overs and moments, I want to move forward, because at some point I think I stopped, hoping I did find you, hoping you’d catch up, hoping you see me walking past a store and notice my movements and remember and say to yourself in that childlike voice I remember her, I had a sister like her, she was one of my first friends, my first confidants, she played in my hair and took my dolls, we colored and danced and fought our brothers and dare them to tell if they hit us back, I pray for you always, hoping you’d run up behind me and pull my skirt just to look into those eyes again, what moments I have lost, what moments I have missed, what a different world I would know, if I had gotten the opportunity to watch this little sister grow, sorry it took so long, but today is now and we get to move on. So what, to my sister that have keep me sane for you, who have held me up when there was nothing I could do,  I thank you and ask you to continue to be the best, yes you are the very best part of me, the voices, that help me make the choices to live life not allow life to live me,

Copyright © Kathy Forbes | Year Posted 2019

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A Smphony

A Symphony  composed of enemies, timed trapped by the illusions of the mind

Games play for days, the melancholy moods that transfuse and transform, that have one waiting wanting to feel those all too familiar arms
Alarming is the thought of winning at any cost as we get lost in what we suppose should be, as one more dream gets lost in this self-perplexed reality
Enemies of time, declining to stand still, miles that refuse to move and wishes that refuse to yield
Crying in the night as the enemy yells out please,   the melody of a voice that’s all it takes to set the soul at ease, 
then there is us, a blossom in the dark, a sapping in the rubble, the essence, a teeny tiny spark, and life, so the enemy must return to eradicate the hope, to destroy what’s not yet born, to turn us from this course
The enemy has a purpose as the miles have a place, to seek out what is living, to dismiss us from our journey, to cut short a conscious race.    And then there is you, he that can leap a single mile, that carries the torch and wears his hope with style, yes, there is you, the one that seeks the truth in time, which moves outside reality and embraces the wish sublime, then there is me a shadow in the dark, hiding what I desire, at all cost I must protect my heart, here it is I stand, all by myself, looking for my breath, waiting to exhale. 

Wondering how I can make time my friend, when it passes me in the night, refusing to give in,
Asking hope to change my course in life, to see me as a comrade, to pull out this double edged knife 
I am tired of fighting caution, I‘d like to throw it in the wind, enter twine my thoughts and desires to have the story never end, where happily ever after does not mean my dreams go unseen, but my reality takes a course that changes everything, 
 Are you that reality?






Copyright © Kathy Forbes | Year Posted 2019

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Tapestry part 1

Yes I am the most elegant version….
You will not break me, you will not place limits where none are required,   I am not going to lose opportunities because you  lack faith, my life doesn’t represent your past mistakes,  I am hope, I was born to deliver that is my style, I am an elegant work of art, a delicately silk spun creation presented as Gold child, I am cunning and wild, I am beauty in its rarest form, and that’s putting it mild,  I walk in moments that only wonder can embrace, I bring laughter to those who feel truly out of place, I am that one that is forever seeking God’s face.  I wasn’t always her. But today I hold on to who she will be, a woman of purpose sent here to set the locked mind free.  I am amazement and courage, a concoction of love, a gift that was delivered with finesse from the man up above. 

I am her and she is me, my sisters are part of this tapestry. She is my needle, her my thread, she mended my spirit while others are blocks of vivid colors that kept me living, when my tears flowed red, I never take credit for whom I’ve become because it is in my sisters that I‘ve learn to be one, One is a mission, One is a place where unity is the vision when running this race.   We hold up each other, we salute who we be, because when she shed those tears she cried them for me

She heard my stories and felt my pain but remained to true to the reason the love is proclaimed, she never judged so I can say that I am a Woman of God always. A woman of Purpose a woman of peace seeking God’s favor out in these street, fearing nothing other than to disappoint him, that one that knit me together and gave me, each of my sisters which are  all my very best friends,     


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Copyright © Kathy Forbes | Year Posted 2019



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We are purpose part 1

I am very disappointed in what women have subjected them too, what we as a gender consider tolerable, it’s in every encounter, in the very way that we move. 
 It disgust me, leaves a foul taste in my mouth, because what they have done is neglected the truth, forgotten what doesn’t change is the so called golden rules, 
 we are caught up and off by lies and deceit, by thinking it takes a man for a woman to be complete,  and I have said it before and I will say again, you don’t have to lower your standard or be a beneficial friend, 
Friends with benefits, it’s not conducive to the plan, he’ll fall short from his responsibility if you don’t require him to stand, 
Why do you need him to determine your worth, you were placed a solid spirit beautiful at birth, 
Why does the way he sees you make it okay, for you think or speak or move a certain way,
you see we are powerful in our purpose and simply by design, created to help men find the strength to climb, to grow, to build, to set spirits free, we give them the joy that comes with their need, 

Their need for us, the air that they breathe, our definitive goal is to help them achieve, be the miracle that add detail to all they believe, 

we pick them up when they tumble, not  to critique their progress, accepting they’ll stumble, and out into reality we send them again, so they realize some  days we lose and others days we win, 

we move apart but together as one, like the melody and words or the rising of the sun, it’s the melding of spirits that make separate okay, that allow two complete aura to blend in a perfect way, 

but women that forget and lose that unique twist disappear in the loudness , where  the essence of a wife fails to exist, not there in the dark where they tolerate pain, where they lose what they believe to become a statistic in the game, 

Copyright © Kathy Forbes | Year Posted 2019

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Can we go back

Can we go back,  
 way, way, back, to a time before the voyage  or the chattels mattered, to a time and place where it was about the race, not the pace, about the journey before we decided what the destination should be,  
Can we go back to a time where music was melody and rhythm came with a beat set in stone and hearts didn’t always appear cracked and you stood alone in life because there were no other alternatives not just because there is no one else there
Can we please go back to that place where friends where what you called those that where closest to us no matter the hue, tone of voice the choice was made without consideration for cost of life,

 when was it simple, when did we begin to settle , terrorized by our shattered expectations that carry us into  tomorrow ‘s aftermath that  leaves us with time we had borrowed at the sake of a day we fear to embrace  but we do not seem to fear leaving our children to that place
Where do women learn to except and celebrate that which makes them female and walk in the light, fusing the future with un-adulterated love that penetrates that fear that falls with night, when do we realize that the victor Is decided that moment we give up the fight, because winning at all cost was lost as an option the second we surrendered life as a right,

When did freedom become a place to grow, to many elected  to sacrifice to give us a different flow, freedom is more than a privilege, some made it a life-long goal , they run this race with dedication, their only reward is to know that freeing the mind ultimately releases the soul, 

the only way to understand my plea is to venture past the safe lie and visit the pure unknown, the rule that very few  follow is that they  approach this mystery alone, that is  when the illusion over takes reality, that is where women go wrong, when the fear of standing outside of time makes the echo loud and strong, but prayer is louder then all, and God still sits on the throne, 
I feel today like I am begging asking can I go back, back to a simple place where the race could just end like that, yes it is a busy highway, it is one long racing track, where no one seems on the sidelines, to be cheering  and there is fear in that, there was time where the one’s you love drove afar to see you run your race,  they encouraged you to move when it seemed you where lessening your pace, they shouted words of encouragement and their eyes  excepted fate.

Copyright © Kathy Forbes | Year Posted 2019

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We are purpose part 2

where left becomes right and right is wrong and confusion is the vice that keeps her running into the disappointment, it’s yet another man’s arms, because he told her she couldn’t breathe without him when the fact of the matter is without her he cannot win

he can’t embrace his future, he can’t wake to a dream, he was wandering a mist the madness, there is no king without a queen, she solidified his purpose, gave meaning to his plan, listened to his desires, so he would understand that he was not alone and never had to be, equal but unequal, This knowledge will set us free

but not today, there is a struggle going on, purpose is not learned and woman tolerate what is wrong,  so can we return to our purpose, can that be the plan, can we be responsible and until we find that worthy one who will move within GOD’s plan

Copyright © Kathy Forbes | Year Posted 2019

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The Meld

Who Gave you permission to capture my heart, when did you sneak in and become my best friend.
When did you blast past the walls and play in the halls of my love, when did you appear in here and push aside fears, I am so unclear
I didn’t’ see you enter so how did you get in past everything that had ever been to take hold of my reluctance to accept another soul
What road where you walking when you peered at me, a ship lost alone in a sea of misery where loneness was the only companion to me. I am so unsure of the journey that is you, as you approach my resolve and demolished my reality that the twain wasn’t the only way for two to be free.
Today I question my thoughts of who I’d be because I never pictured you standing with me, so where did you come from, what storm blew you in, and what took you so long to find me my friend, I was taken off guard by all we would be because I didn’t understand freedom until I felt you standing beside me. Standing alone is a prison itself. One can’t understand freedom until two minds with God’s help meld, taking a journey unique  by design, created by the image God our spirits intertwine, now I see you looking at me and realize I was born the moment I could see, I see a future eyes open to us, and I am grateful for the moment that you found me my love…   

Copyright © Kathy Forbes | Year Posted 2019