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Michelle Hayes Nelson Poem
Sweet Hurricane 4/06/2011 1650
Hurricane season is about to start but it won’t last from June to December
You are my hurricane, my natural disaster, my heart’s master
The one that will last a lifetime without reason or rhyme
The storm that will continually gain access to places I’ve never known
But you know …you own…..Me
Don’t you know what you do to me?
Ripping things a part not once leaving things as you have found them
My sweet hurricane, my natural master the one that never has to ask for
My love
Not the hurricane of bourbon but just as intoxicating just as revelating
There are no preparations enough to sustain your strength
Your powerful love I have nothing left …once
You come down on me and destroy the peace that I try to maintain in my world
There is no shame from you yet, No explanation from you yet
On what you do to me
Katrina, Gus, and others among us that have worn the name hurricane but
They can’t compare to you
Nothing properly describes who you are and what you are
So I will just continue to call you
My Hurricane, my natural sweet disaster
The one that everyone wants to witness but no one can dismiss this
Because…… You
Are just that beautiful wind-full, timeless kick ass-ness
Hurricane…my dear sweet Hurricane
A majestic force of nature, A manual create-ure
Developed out of the dust of mankind
Molded into a timeless sculpture
You will never be maintained or conquered
No man woman or child will ever live up to your manifest
More to come more to know more to reveal more to conceal
And the wonderment of it all is that…..
You belong to me
My dear sweet natural disaster
The one that will always be my master
My Sweet Hurricane
Copyright © Michelle Hayes Nelson | Year Posted 2011
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Michelle Hayes Nelson Poem
THE GIFT 09/15/2011 1526
God is great and God is good
Each of us is a wonderful gift created by our Father’s love
How everything that we need is present and represented
In all that surrounds us in our lives, He is the one that sent it
Seeing His son hang for our sins with 2 thieves by His side
With His suffering for our trespasses, there was no pride,
Only a beautiful gift dripping away in blood
God’s tears as He gave us His only begotten Son
He gave us more than any earthly person ever would
Gifts we don’t appreciate, so often misunderstood
During this journey, the people in our lives are where we see God face to face
Victory after victory, splash after splash of God’s thirst quenching grace
All in the face of the people in our lives who can never be replaced
From conception to laughter,
In each of our stories, there are unread chapters
With lovers of “the word” sent with their own gift, their own message
Their own interpretation, their own blessing
Helping us to pass each “transgressional” testing,
By blood or by acquaintance, misfortune or circumstance
Those in our lives are here with provisions and life lessons
Preparations and encouragement, by order of God’s suggestion
Neither lonely nor dismayed, unprepared or without truth
We will flourish and continue if the “The Word” is our root
God is great and He provides what is good
The perfected masterpiece of love has been withstood
Friends and family who are God’s chosen ones
Sent to love us unconditionally whether we are considered something or none
With shoulders to lean on, and with an attentive ear
Someone to offer their support as we dry that last tear
With God’s light and His salvation whom shall we fear?
His love is always near…
A gift neatly wrapped called family and friends
Copyright © Michelle Hayes Nelson | Year Posted 2011
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