http://slow.writerscafe.org/believeincelia The original writings of author BelieveInCelia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022483 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Shield of armor©Written by:  Celia A. Allen  My name is of no importanceHowever, like Joan of Arc, I have raised my sword …I bare a shield of armor; Knowledge and TruthAnd I am raising my sword high, so highAs to not allow youThe worst, most incur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/believeincelia/270033/  THE QUEST©Written By: Celia A. AllenThey both stared at the greatest prize to ever come along in their lifetime; and it wastheirs for the winning. The anticipation of it was almost too much to bear. Magazineadvertisements were endless. Saturday morning commercials were riddled.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/believeincelia/256649/  Remember Me©Author: Celia A. Allen Why is it that so many come to usLeaning upon us for the strength they needTaking selfishly all our nourishmentbecause we stand in unjudgmental silence;Never returning to replenish our drained strength Yet here we are, the t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/believeincelia/243682/   REFLECTIONS©    What was it that startled her Was it the reflection that appeared in the water Why did she sadden as the water distorted it so Were her thoughts of what the later years would do to herphysical beauty Or d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/believeincelia/234789/        Through a CHILD’S EYES©   The world is a never-ending journey of adventure and discovery To trust…that is all they know To find contentment and security in someone’s embrace&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/believeincelia/232929/ "You do not have to give birth to a child to call him your Son." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/believeincelia/232541/     Hello©   Do I say ‘Remember Me”?A disease has taken your ability, my dear Father, To recognize the woman who now sits before you.You do not realize that I am your child and I’m here every day, every hour .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/believeincelia/232530/   generations©  I understand what it is that saddens youI know what it isThe years of life have placed its burden upon youIt has broken your body  You gaze upon me with eyes that once sparkled with the brilliance of blue diamondsYet now have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/believeincelia/232266/     A FLOWER©   As I lie here looking at its beauty I think of all it representsEach petal, like the pages of a bookUnfolding, one-by-oneEach with its own beauty, its own strengthIts own storyLike our lives, everyday unfolding into .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/believeincelia/232254/   FACING THE MIRROR©    "Facing the Mirror” can be the most frightening moment in one's life... What lies in the depth of one's soul, over timesimmers up through all that has been layered within it;Whereupon the constant churni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/believeincelia/231263/  Who is this Man Who is this man that stands before me…?Tall, dark and handsome…No, it’s not the cliché…It’s the truth. My husband… In moments they will wheel me into the operating room,My breasts to be removed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/believeincelia/229730/  integrity  What is most important is not material gain or public praise...it is the character of the soul that will never be swayed. Outside forces that attempt to destroy such pure integrity and ultimately failcannot fathom such strength of character.In their .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/believeincelia/229715/   AuthorA Woman, A Lady...Celia  Yet I cannot but whisper the words of my heart … In my unyielding pursuit to find answersI fell prey to an enemy far greater than imagined There are those who feel to bare one’s soul is unimaginable.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/believeincelia/228071/  LIFELINE  I have learned in my life that when the seas become rough, lifelines are cast out by those chosen few  As I reach my hand out into the darkness of the unknown,It is there that I find peace and security and strength once more. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/believeincelia/227702/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/believeincelia/227586/ ...some never realize who is there for them; watching over them... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/believeincelia/226783/  A Soldier’s Return    Watching from a distance, I found myself wishing that I was that woman; that gentle, soft, oh so feminine woman, whose hair is swept up upon her head, Victorian like, with a few tendrils falling softly upon her neck and bare shoulders.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/believeincelia/226546/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/believeincelia/225474/