We're all just stories dream

I heard a voice saying  We are all stories. do it for the story. I saw two people who just got over danger and the two hug. It looked like a mother and child and then a third person sees them and looks at them in compassion and admiration and hugs the 2. Then I heard these words," Someone wants to be a part of our story. Someone wants to protect us."  Then I saw parts of a small tree trunk the  Tree was grafting sticks into itself from other trees and some grew together and became part of the tree. Others fell away because they didn't belong. Then I heard this snobbishness, I don't belong

Labels

Saw a label. It wasn't me. Tried it on. It didn't fit.

Saw another label and it wasn't me. Tried it on and it didn't fit.

Labels none of them were me.

Where did I fit in? 

A rose made of gold

maybe a daisy, maybe a toad

Singing of freedom wearing flip flops instead of high heels

Moving to the wind

spinning around

Smiling and laughing while others mock

Never caring

Too busy being me

Who am I?

A child of the wind. No, a child of God Laughing at the moon and speaking to the sea
Peace be still

Working on salvation with fear and trembling. 

Learning by love,
walking by faith 

Standing on the word

Speaking truths seasoned with charity

A freedom child

Having but one God.

No need for adornments

Humble and bold

Dancing to the music in my heart

Labels don't imprison me

I am who I am
You can't hurt me

I am free

Labels don't fit me

I am free

I am me, and Jesus is with me

By: Bernice Bowling