Nataraja

                          

                                            Sparks fly from your hands as you twirl
                                            Flames flash from your eyes
                                            Every twist and turn sends fire spiraling higher into the heavens
                                            As  you dance wrapped in smoke
                                             But you are not dark.
                                            Passion radiates from you with every  flawless step
                                            You move to rhythm of your beating heart
                                            While I stand numb and downcast.
                                            Darkness envelopes me like a shroud
                                            I cannot the hear the rhythm of your dance
                                            With fear and doubt whispering in my ears
                                             Clinging to me like besotted lovers.
                                             I want the sparks to fly
                                             I want to melt away my fear
                                             Sear my doubt
                                             Reignite the passion that barely smolders inside. 
                                             Teach my stumbling feet the steps they once knew
                                             Take my arms wrapped around me and lift them up
                                              Let me hear the rhythm of your heart so I can dance again.
                                           
                                             

Coming soon...

                                Hiking through the woods wasn't supposed to pit him against the forest...
                                A simple game shouldn't have set him against his sister...
                                Twisting wires shouldn't have set him against his very self...
                                Hayden's dream come true wasn't supposed to turn into chaos...
                                But whats written in blood can't be undone.
                                He'll have to play well...
                                For in the GameHouse, he'll only have one.

To My Dearest Colonel Brandon

      My Dearest Brandon,

                                       How long have I loved you? I could not dare say. Perhaps from our first meeting at Barton Park when I saw a spark of interest in your eye? When you gave me the piece to play and then a book of poetry? I know it from when you saved me from my folly in the storm and your concern for my welfare when we were visiting the Palmers. Your steadfast loyalty has proven your love more thoroughly than if you'd stood up and proclaimed it to the world. I am forever grateful for your patience with my youthful passions when other men would have simply walked away in shame. I adore you for your kindness which radiates from your eyes, deep as the sea and dark as a  winter's night. Your smile, which still retains its passion even in memory,  brightens and warms my soul more than any fire as I await your return my Love. You will return to find me in good spirits and bearing the most wonderful news concerning my sister Mrs. Ferras . I believe you already have a notion my dear husband but pray let me tell you.  Little Georgiania misses you almost as terribly as I do and waits at the window in your study watching for you atop your great black steed. She's begun dancing in her own little way when I play  and her lessons on the pianoforte are coming along most excellently. Mrs. Smith visited us and her son Fredrick is a smart young boy and a good playmate . I must also say that Mrs. Smith is a most charming woman and I am glad to have her friendship. 
 I miss you  my Adonis  and have prepared a lovely picnic for you when you return from your trip. I have also written a poem for your pleasure as well. Little Georgiania sends her love. Heaven keep you my Love. 

                                                                                                                     
                                                                                        Forever and Most Affectionately Yours,
                                                                                                                          Marianne Brandon   

Wolf

                         Through misted hills you roam,

                         Your howls echo through my heart.

                         Tears slide down my cheeks.

                         Why won't you listen?

                         I see your pain

                         My hands reach out

                        To touch your side and

                        Stop the blood flow.

                        But your eyes flash in fury

                        Your fangs glint in torchlight.

                        Though you've bitten me twice

                        And my hands shake in terror

                        I will beseech you through

                       The moaning winds that call your name

                       The sun warming your back

                       Waterfalls echoing your grief.

                       I pray  you call on the One Who names the stars

                      And calms the storms

                      To soothe your tormented soul.

                      Let Him in.

                      Let His balm cover your wounds

                      My tears are offerings

                      For your release.

                      I will not hinder you.

                      Run my wild one.

                      The Hound of Heaven

                      Seeks you

                      He is never far behind.

                      His footsteps will guide

                      You through the thorns

                      To streams of solace

                      To rivers of joy

                      To glens of peace

                      To forests of strength.

                

                    

                     

                      

                     

                      

                       

                      

Welcome!

Hello and welcome to Sanctagon a haven of peace and restoration in a trying world. If you're wondering about the name of this blog it comes from the splicing of the Latin word Sanctos and the Greek Agon which means "Holy Struggle".  Philippians 3:13 states, "Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus." I hope this blog encourages and inspires you to keep fighting the good fight of faith.
 One way I hope to encourage and inspire you is by writing stories, poems, and musings. Please join me as we cross worlds, time, and maybe even... space? :)   I hope you enjoy them and find comfort in His Presence. God bless and keep you always.