The Mirror Of My Soul

There is a reflection that exists within my soul, the other half of my spirit dancing to the cadence of a divine rhythm. In my soul there is a mirror image of unbridled love, an untamed desire to live as one. This other half also resides in another soul, yet it resides in me as well. It is a reflection of my thoughts, my actions and my desires, for we desire to be one. When I peer into her eyes, we see a reflection of each other mirrored by the joy of our affections. The joy of our kisses magnifies our pleasure and for the brevity of that moment we are one. Separate but equal, by love we become one. Does she fear that she truly loves me? “The answer is yes”, however, she cannot contain her emotions and there is no equation that will divide our love. The divine order that has summoned our unity has crept in unawares and has revealed the blessings of our destiny. I was sent to take her away and capture her heart by the piercing arrows of my love. As I peer into the mirror of our future, her reflection is there, she’s smiling and I’m smiling as well, because our souls emanate with passion, knowing that we are one. Her fate is to dwell in the house of my love for eternity, to reside with me, as one in sheer ecstasy, for we are one. “Truth be told”, we desire to be one and as the old folks say, “ The writing is on the wall!” So as I peer into the mirror of my soul, the window to my heart begins open I have invited this Queen into my Kingdom to rule along side me. She shall remain by my side me because she was taken from my rib and given to me as a welcome gift, which I shall cherish for eternity because we are together a unity of one. I have watched her marinate in the sweet sugar scrub of seduction, challenging me to resist her but her love was simply too sweet, she is the one. So I inquire, “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the love that I should call?” “Is it the duality of one, as the heat is to the sun, is it the opposite of me but a reflection of one?” Imagine this, “you be the right hand and I’ll be the left, you take the first step and I’ll take the next” I’ll commit to everlasting love as we enjoy intimate sex and I must confess, that she is the one and she’s the fifty percent of the total of my sum, she has stole my heart, “She is definitely the mirror of my soul!”

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MOTHER ENCHANTED: HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

Adopting children is one of the greatest joys ever known. It is a miracle. It is God's handiwork up close. However there are challenges. Adopted children come with this sense of not belonging anywhere. A sense of not being wanted. That is their truth at their core, someone...a Mother did not want them, for whatever reasons. So I decided to create for them their own divine, mystical story of being purposely chosen to be my children.
It is our own enchanted story:

Margeaux: So you wished for 4 children?
Me/Mom: Yes.
Khalil: How did you know you wanted to wish for 4 children?
Me/Mom: On a night when the moon was its fullest, I went outside to say my prayers to God. I said God I know there must be beautiful children who need me. Send them.
Briana: You went outside in the moonlight, is that how you learned that poem? And you taught it to us?
Me/Mom: Well, I learned the poem many years ago, but had forgotten it until that night. When I prayed and wished and hoped for you. And yes everyone should know at least one moon poem (smile).
Gregory: So how did you know 4 was a good number to wish for?
Me/Mom: I didn't know at first. God put that number in my heart. But I didn't know that until the very last child arrived...you.
Margeaux: Are you happy you got your wish?
Me/Mom: I am beyond happy. God chose me to be your Mother. You chose me to be your Mother. I chose to be your Mother. Some Mothers can't be mothers. They are not able to take care of children, so they depend on other Mothers to raise them and love them. I am your Mother, you were born in my heart. I will always be grateful to the women who gave birth to you because they trusted me to love you in their stead.
Margeaux: What does stead mean?
Me/Mom: It means in their place.

At this point of our enchanted story they begin reciting how they came one by one with their own story and it always ends with and God sent us home to be with our Mother who wished and prayed for Us 4 under a full moon one night long ago...

I see the moon
the moon sees me
God Bless the moon
and
God bless me.