“Watch Your Vocabulary “

Prolific
Analytic
Call 
yourself so many things 
You are not.
Critical
Self-loathing
can be 
Unequivocal.
Opinion is imagination.
Bold ideas expressed.
But mythical.
God says otherwise–
Other Words.
Eternally omnipotent
And definitive,
Making low opinions 
Increasingly diminutive.
Resurrecting my identity
My self-worth 
My purpose
In Him. I Am ♡
Cassandra Salamone

Time for What?

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When I didn’t have time for God,
I didn’t have time to think before I spoke.
When I didn’t have time for God’s Word,
I didn’t know that my carbon actions-dated
to trampled feelings.
Someone else’s hurt.
I assumed my prayers were in a cataloging system: FILED “Unheard”.
When I didn’t have time for God,
I was running from myself.
I didn’t know my true identity
Could be found inside that dusty book
Underneath the shelf.
Every time I glimpsed “Holy Bible”
My spirit shrank in denial.
Until He came
and wrapped
His arms around me
and
Sshhh’d
My aching heart.
That time when I didn’t have time for Him
And my life was falling apart.
Now time for Him is not time enough.
Setting at the end of my day.
Eclipsing the middle of my thoughts.
Rising at the day’s start.
His Word is my horizon.
I sit captivated.
Now time with Him is not time enough.
If I sit still long enough,
I am almost certain I can hear the
Beat of His heart.

Divine Numerals

I.
Some people are like paths to God.
To sit with them
means to sit with Him.
There is no turmoil
No stress.
Prayers wrapped in dewy fog.
We become saturated
In His embrace
His Holy presence.
II.
A child laughs and looks
my way.
The innocence and light in her glance, The lazy pirouette of the bees
as they follow invisible scents
of dying flowers.
The sweetness of my husband’s kiss. The bipolar sky.
Day. Night. Day. Night.
The seasons that aren’t quite themselves.
Even they are besides themselves, undefined
because of the mystery,
which is Christ,
hidden in plain sight.
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The doors of his heart

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Only God can open some doors. My husband’s heart has a beautiful door. I stood at it enjoying the view and the delicate perfume from the garden that God has been tending since his birth. We loved but there was always that door. The beautiful door. My weeping door. Because all I wanted was to get on the other side of that door. Sometimes he left it ajar but not wide enough I could enter to see all that God had planted. But today, the door crept open quietly and the love I felt was not his alone. But God’s.
Some door we can only enter into only after God has gone inside. My husband’s love is only as good as the love of Christ living inside his heart. Today they invited me into the beautiful garden of his heart.
I pray that all of you will receive this blessing in your own marriages. It is possible bc NOTHING is impossible for God. No matter if there are divorce papers filed. What matters is what God decrees. Follow after His heart and never stop seeking Him and praying for your spouses’ salvation

Praise

Give God praise all the days of your life and for everything that you go through. May He be glorified in all of us and may we reflect Christ to our spouse every moment. Enjoy this brief praise poem I wrote God bless!!!


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“7-Layered Triple-Refined”

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I was inspired to write this romantic poem about my husband and I after perusing my thrift-store find of the Charleston Cake Lady’s recipebook. I found the perfect cake to bake for him this afternoon; I chose “The Hummingbird Cake” ❤

As soon as we saw
what it could be
Between us,
we wanted each other.
Our hearts beat with hungry anticipation.
Triple bypass
Double portions of
Doubt and modesty.
We thought,
"It will turn out the way it looks
on the box, only it won't be storebought.”
We hurried home and
Created
Our own recipe.
We fell hard despite us knowing
that neither of us had much
Patience
to wait……..
His words–
Delicacies
that slowly melted
my vulnerabilities.
Devoured by my dainty ears.
Graceful,
Nurturing
Hands
Stirred me.
Peaked my frothy soul.
(The conversion formula was quite complex.
We wouldn't be able to repeat it.)
Every movement of his hands
and the sparkle of his dark eyes
Folded my heartbeats into
Unmeasured breaths.
Ingenious
Enthusiastic
Infusion.
We poured everything
into one another.
Steam.
Sweet.
I can taste heaven in his
Intentions.
In the way he takes the time
to check the temperature of my
sensibilities,
First,
Before
I do.
We will never diet again.
Never scrimp on ingredients again.
There are no acceptable substitutions.
This calls for the real thing.
It has to bake forever.
Forever
with him
will not be long enough as we
Savor this seven-layered
Triple-refined
Love.

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My hubby’s Hummingbird cake ❤
Delicious and made from scratch!

Water In My Ears

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“Water in My Ears” poem I wrote about how I hear from God:)
I have noticed that God’s voice
is like the sound
of many waters.
When God is trying to tell me something,
it is almost
a whisper
in my heart. Very calm and still
With the exception
of what I “hear” in my heart. Then, I notice His voice
Picks up momentum.
Gathers force
Seemingly, as I begin to see what He “said” when I casually flip through my Bible
and even through people I encounter.
That’s confirmation, my friends;
And at that point,
I feel I am wading
in the waters of His voice.
His message is loud and clear. If I just pray and seek to get closer
to Him,
the roar
of the waters of His voice Becomes deafening–I can’t Hear anything
but truth!
He refreshes me!!!
If I just acknowledge Him
and say “Yes, Lord”
in my heart,
Then His Holy Spirit is like a Mighty waterfall
that surrounds my spirit
in a shroud of mist
And I thank Him for His grace and ask for strength
To walk in the revelation
He imparted.
I am strengthened inwardly by Christ ❤
I walk quietly and prayerfully until the next time
He leads me
beside still waters
Where I will
Follow the sound of His voice
until I no longer need ears to
see
or
a heart to listen.

~Cassandra

“Whose”

When you know Whose you are, you begin to know your true purpose in life. You begin to want to live for God and glorify Him in all you do, especially in marriage.

“Whose”

I went 33 years before I
transformed to
i.
I didn’t know my identity
or my purpose.
Just thought I was born
33 years ago.
Just going through the motions
of being alive.
But I was not
Living
Because I didn’t know
All along
Whose I was.
When I became i
God sealed within me
His purpose.
My identity is in ChrIst.
By Whom
My freedom was paid by
IN FULL.
He paid an unforgettable price.
Went 33 years following
All the wrong clues–
A long trail of
I’s
as I followed
my own plans,
fears
desires
Without knowing who
I really was
or
Whose.
In Him
There is eternal purpose.
Doesn’t matter how many years
Remain
Because i don’t stand alone
But in ChrIst,

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i will abide forever.
Hallelujah!
God chose me to proclaim
His Glorious name.

Planet One

This is a poem I wrote about what intimacy means to me in my marriage. It’s called “Planet One”
You and
I
are no longer two planets
but
One.
We used to periodically pass by one another
flashing aural lights.
We revolved around
each other until we passed
Through a meter shower of
stars that led us into a
Black hole where our rings
became entangled and
our oceans and atmospheric
gases repressurized.
By the time we spun out of the celestial dust clouds, we rotated
as one.
We tilted as one planet spinning in unison
and orbiting God’s Son–
The center of our galaxy.
We spin as one.
Planet One

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