Friday, March 23, 2018

Sail Away

We sail away into the deep blue yonder
Appreciate and beauty ponder.
Find, explore, reminisce, and feel
the urgent currents upon the keel.

The rolling waves and valleys low
Pay no mind to the plowing bow
Except the wake that evermore
Laps outward from the rudder's score

The hull rides up, then slaps the trough
The jib is flapping, each gust rides off
To push and flow, to guide and lead
The wind piles up, mainsail to feed.

The salty air and pulsing spray
The breeze that cools a summer day
Speed and fly, then come about
To rocking, calming, peaceful route.

Wind-sculpted relief of frozen lore,
And mists upon a frigid shore
The icy fields, the broken slate
Can't make the traveler's will abate

Let's sail away, let's find adventure.
Let's go to where, none else dare venture.
Let's go to where there's sea and sky,
And green meets blue where low meets high.



Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Everything

 I have given up everything to you. I have asked you to break me down until there is nothing left. And you did. And the world did.
She stomped on me. She stomped on us. And she cried and broke my heart. Because the love that binds us is a ghost that cries out with each memory​, and her tears pull me to the ground and stand on my neck because I can't love and I can't hate.

My dreams left or were crushed. Some dreams became burdens instead of wings. Heavy weights upon a broken back. The dreams I thought you gave me I gave you back, because I felt your hand held out for them. And my inheritance- I only saw the weakness. I saw the hopelessness. I can only see the tunnel. Is there a light?

And I ask to see the light and like a hand held over my eyes I am allowed to walk into wall after wall.

And through it all they kept talking. They said you said so much. But they said too much. Some didn't say too much, instead avoided me altogether.

You said I was to have hope. You said I was to give hope to others. You said the Nations were mine. You said I would be a mother. But here I am waiting. Waiting on you.

And I stopped waiting. And I got distracted. So I need to refocus. It is so hard to focus on things that aren't as real to you as pain. And it's hard to want love when the pain becomes who you think you are.

But you are good. And I believe that with my whole being. So please come. Fill me up again. Drain out all these words and teach me a new story. Dust off the book. Let's start over.

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Fade

I'll fade out slowly
Don't want to hurt you now
A friend couldn't have been better
But I'll remember I vow

Now I know there's something deep
Inside the Venn our lives have had
But darlin’ you should let me go
Silently, so you won't be sad.

Precious face staring at the stars
We had so many good times
And I'll always wink at your heart
Because I know how it rhymes

And I'll watch you grow up
And I'll watch you smile
And I'll watch til I know that
You haven't thought of me for awhile

And I'll fade out slowly
So the light can shine again
On the lives of those around me
Remove my shadow and my rain.

Dance in the raindrops
And add to them with tears
Til my lonely spirit fills the air
And my body fills the years.

I'll fade so you don't notice,
I'll fade out right away
And so when you forget me
It'll free another ray

Shine on my darling sunlight,
Let droplets catch your rays
Bring color to the atmosphere
And forget me all your days.





Meant

You hurt me cause you were hurt yourself
You hurt me because you had no one else.
It's alright to be twisted and hurt inside
When they all say it's not enough to try

When your best is never the right way
And your mistakes always fail their day
So you try again and do your best,
But still can't keep up with the rest.

Then you don't try your best anymore
Because you are tired, weary, and sore
So you're guilty for not and guilty for,
And nothing can help, so you back away from the door.

You go inside yourself, cause that's where you're free
To be who you are, who He made you to be.
And they mock your silence, and you hurt again,
But your hurt doesn't hurt as much as holding their hand

So you let go, face up, and outwards to all
But let those who know they know everything fall
You don't know much, but some is enough
And you may be hard, but your heart's not all tough.

There are plenty of tears to be made that still wait
For their precious chance to help determine your fate
And there are plenty of smiles to give and to take
But if you're like me, you're done with the fake.

It's alright to leave, it's alright to stay
It's alright to say that you are not okay
It's alright to say no, it's alright to say yes
Its alright to believe, it's alright to confess.

So don't let them bottle you up in a jar
That doesn't fit the shape of who you are.
But don't hurt others, because someone hurt you
Just ignore them and do what you're meant to do.



Go

Creaky wheel I will follow
You're in my dreams
I dream til morn,
Of frigid mountain streams

Waywardly again til hollow
I carve the road
And stop to stare
At each butterfly and toad

Misty o'er the lake's rills mellow
A shallow rift
I try to watch
Each shadow slowly lift

Zephyr makes the dawn its fellow
And shivering
I pull close
To you, my sweater, whispering



Speak Slow

You're a baby in a man's body
You've never had to fight
The battle always stayed away
 And you have always been right.

But baby don't you come
To the place you thought was home
Cause it'll be a lot harder
Than the paths you already roam.

You look down your nose at me
Your wisdom overwhelms
I've crawled down the paths of life
You've flown past each hard realm

I cringe at every word you speak
Each humble exortation
Because whether right or wrong its wrong
When you have no compassion.

Everybody has hard times,
And everyone thinks they know.
Yours are quite a bit different than mine,
So when you speak, speak slow.


Windowsill

Your life is on the up and up
Mine is dripping down the windowsill
Catching dust as the drops
Seep into the mildewed cracks
I peek around the corner and brace myself to find
My dreams were true
And all is not well
So I wish in the well that used to be
And carry the dreams 
I used to have like burdens
Instead of wings

But I'll carry them
If just to let them die
In the right time and place
And get old with them
Watch sunsets and sigh
But avoid mirrors and my face

And I'll come home in many years
You'll all be old
And I'll have stories
To tell the dust 
Streaked windowpanes

Saturday, May 27, 2017

Hold

Is it not the greatest thing,
not to be held, but to hold?
And if given enough to hold,
I might be okay not being held?
Then give me many of your own to hold,
and then hold me with your arms,
whose strength never sways,
never in storm or calm.
Is it not better, since the strength of man
can not even exceed the strength
of a newborn vole
lest you hold his arms?
I shall direct the longings of my heart toward you,
and wish and imagine them around me,
If you yet find the desire to keep me to yourself,
My heart is yours, and it shall find its way to no one else;
but I beg that you let me feel your arms encircling me-
and that the shivers that remind me no mortal will come-
you'd let them earthquake out of me
into the deepest earth's core.
Take my dreams,
so that the one who has been forever caught in them
will be freed to dance away
til all is forgotten and dead,
and I, I shall live and hold and die.


Monday, May 1, 2017

Unfolding

Sheathed in emerald shining cone
But peeking through to gaze
Upon the glittered, folding hues
Cloaked by morning's haze

Birthed from bitterness to doubt
Disquieted soul be shaken
Make ready, let quietus come
To some, and let others awaken.

Then lilting phrase arose to flight
And cast it's congenial spell
Upon each wretched, dismal bud
To witness each one swell

Their shawls removed and scattered
They unfold to hail the breeze
Their bright hearts on a rude display
Vulnerable just to please

And yet they sleep in fragrance
Their repose is soft and slight
Their purpose in the breath they have
Lies underneath their light.

Their moment ends in turmoil
In sweeping rains or gale
And yet their wombs will soon emerge
With fruit which will prevail






Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Growing Up

Separate and go our ways
I said it couldn't be
You knew that life can let one down
And tried to make me see.

Then one of us took the right road
And to the other, left was right
We'd send each other letters
But don't know what to write.

You also said that time will go
And often we forget
Important things will fade and change.
But I still recall you yet.

I liked to think the paths we tread
Would intertwine once more
To sit under stars and remember
And talk just like before.

But here I am now in the rain
It's dripping down my face
And I'll never see you again
Gone without a trace.
Picture taken by Sean Smith Copyright 2017 

Leaving Our Lees

Picture taken by Sean Smith Copyright 2017 



















Hug me when I leave you
'Cause I may not be back
My shoes are complaining of the cold
And the road is right on track

I've written this song to you
Remind you it's alright
We decided it would be okay
We both left that same night

As long as it's not forever,
I'm glad you'll get the chance,
Remember that eternity
Is part of this old dance.

I've stepped out to the north wind
Cast my net out in the seas
Your hand is not holding me
And I've left behind the lees

With ancients underneath me
Wherever I may go
your words tenderly floating
In the wind and rills I row

I'll pace myself to see the air
To see each sunset ride
Underneath the clouds to bed
On to the other side

Dreams I wake to- will tell the day
What it's fill should be
And perhaps they'll let us join again
In dreamland, you and me.

I look lost but, my dear, I'm not
I'll choose each step with care
My passion will not lose its fire
I'll have enough to share.

I hope you take the time you need
And tarry o'er each hill
But try to come with stories
Knowing you, you will.
Picture taken by Sean Smith Copyright 2017 

Awaken


Picture taken by Sean Smith Copyright 2017 



















Sharply cold, the waves are breaking,
Smashing walls of seething ice
Spraying shards from peaks and asking
What ugly ransom could suffice?

Only You can lift my anchor
Only You sustain in grief
I'm powerless and prone to wander
But you sail past my unbelief.

Passion's fire that I was missing
I had dropped along the way
In the sea beyond the moonlight
In the densest foggy gray

Picture taken by Sean Smith Copyright 2017 

























You return to me the fire
Though stormy waves, it's been rebuilt
My eyes have found your tenderness
Though without a drop of guilt

And then the gentle snow starts falling
And you inspire my song again
I wait for rays of sun to glitter
On the white and shining glen

Here we are to stay til springtime
Watching as the snow feeds streams
That come from mountaintops to gather
In the lakes, o'er bright mist gleams
Picture taken by Sean Smith Copyright 2017 

















Stay and watch as buds awaken
And reach out to the warming air
Coax them from their sheltered haven
Tendrils climbing, sleek and fair

The copse is standing at attention
As Shepherd leaps from crag to ridge
His feet are able and stride immense
From dreams to life He builds a bridge

He'll shape my lowly feet to be
As strong and nimble as His own
Like hinds that spring to reach the cliffs
We'll climb as one, His strength alone.
Picture taken by Sean Smith Copyright 2017 





Sunday, January 22, 2017

Together


Dancing in a straight but jagged line
Here and there, switching partners every dance
Smiling at the lonely girl in the corner
And asking her to dance; we dance.
Smoothing my friend’s hair.
Holding the lady’s baby
While she danced with Her husband.
I just kept doing what was in my heart.
The barrenness of the earth I watered
With tears and with laughter
I trudged through mud and wilderness
Just to dance again at this Joy
Because I knew that He would be there.
He adopted me into His family.
In His eyes, I could see a princess reflected.

I heard the footsteps.
He walked up and tapped my shoulder
The warmth of his touch made me face Him
“May I have this dance?”
I knew those eyes, I knew that face.
His breath was sweet.
I looked in His eyes, kind and glowing.
This was the first time I'd seen so clearly.
As I looked, the rest faded.
He swept me away with Him.
He told me that it was time to go.
We would go home together.
But the sweetness of His breath
Took the bitterness of parting away.
There was nothing but love
In the air, and in my heart.

What could I do but follow Him?
It was He who held my heart before
Because He didn’t reserve
He gave it all.
And now it could not be separated
I am one with Him.


He danced with me and brought me
To a castle He had prepared
He showed me pictures on the walls
The ones He loved
They weren’t pictures, they were moments.
They were captured moments from my life,
And the things I had done.
The acceptance in the heart
Of the girl I danced with
The refreshment of the husband and wife
The fresh air of the plants that grew
From the dust that had been watered.
He had watched. He had known.
And He had been faithful.

Then I saw a picture of tears.
It was a waterfall, because I had left.
And through my own tears
I looked up at Him again.
And He looked down at me.
I said, “I know you’ll take care of them.
I am happy here with You.”
He said “I will heal their hearts.
I have purposes for them.”
And He showed me those plans.
They were beautiful.
And he dried my tears,
And we walked together.
Hand in hand.
Up the hill, and back down.
We are together.




Saturday, January 21, 2017

Morning


In the morning as we rise,
Though the sun has already come
Let us look ahead to the prize
Of a day when the race has been won.

As we wake we request of Wisdom
That She be restored to our hearts
Upon Whose return we may come
To the fork where the right path starts

The brambles we've come through
Where we stumbled and fell
In our straying from everything true
Here we do not want to dwell.

As Youve waited and watched all night
You've kept us safe from all wrong
With excitement You wait for the light
And for us to wake with a song

So give us the words You have stored
Ones you kept from being our dreams
You wanted us to know You had poured
Those rivers into our streams.

I'm thankful for Your words today
I'm thankful to wake to Your smile
Let me not be the only one to say
I'd like to just stay with You awhile.

Friday, January 6, 2017

Temporal or Timeless?


Time, on its own, is nothing. Space, energy, and matter similarly would be nothing if they were alone; however, time, space, energy, and matter together make up most of what we see and acknowledge. Many would simplify this to space-time and energy/matter, but many would also argue that it is oversimplified already and begin to talk about quantum fields and dark matter. So, in order to talk about time in itself, one must assume that it is from a distorted viewpoint, simply because the other parts of what exists and intertwines are not taken into account.
Time is a line segment. Not a line; a line segment. It stretches forward and backward continuously, but only to some point on either end. Neither of these points is known. To our knowledge, physical man has not existed outside of time, and so we must assume that we are travelling along this line segment at a constant speed, there being no bending of this time-line segment unless it is supernatural, and no acceleration or deceleration.
Now comes the question: do we feel (or are we) at home inside of that time-line segment, and why or why not? Here is a verse to consider:
2 Cor 4:18 “While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal.”
I believe that the part of who we are that is physical, or seen, is temporal. Likewise, the spiritual and unseen part is eternal. The reason, other than my belief in God and the writings found in the Bible, is best stated through a quote by C. S. Lewis:
“A wish may lead to false beliefs, granted. But what does the existence of the wish suggest? At one time I was much impressed by Arnold’s line, “Nor does the being hungry prove that we have bread.” But surely, tho’ it doesn’t prove that one particular man will get food, it does prove that there is such a thing as food! i.e. if we were a species that didn’t normally eat, weren’t designed to eat, would we feel hungry? You say the materialist universe is “ugly.” I wonder how you discovered that! If you are really a product of a materialistic universe, how is it that you don’t feel at home there? Do fish complain of the sea for being wet? Of if they did, would that fact itself not strongly suggest that they had not always been, or would not always be, purely aquatic creatures? Notice how we are perpetually surprised at Time. (“How time flies! Fancy John being grown-up & married! I can hardly believe it!”) In heaven’s name, why? Unless, indeed, there is something in us which is not temporal.” [p.90]
The quote demonstrates that we are often not at home inside this time-line segment, arguing that our surprise at the quickness of time’s fading is a result of our spirit-man’s innate eternal tendencies. The eternal part of our being is much more important, and also much bigger, in a way. If the spiritual man leaves the body, the body no longer lives. The spirit on its own however, lives on in eternity. The spirit can live within time, but also lives outside of time. “God has put eternity in our hearts” is not a simple quote and a very true one!
If then we are mostly eternal beings, living in time, why does the temporal exaggerate itself, and why does the eternal seem so far away? I believe that our eternal nature is hidden from us so that we do not long for it and discredit time. Not only that, but we ourselves, by how we live, determine how much we live in eternity. If we live like eternal beings, only listening to God and doing as He says, then we may find ourselves living a life less governed by time, but may be occasionally more surprised by it, as it still controls our physical beings in a way.
This leads us to another question. Does eternity continue with time or is it the rest of the continuum of time outside of the ends of the line segments? In other words, are eternity and time happening at the same time? I believe eternity is outside of time, not the rest of the line-segment, but a completely different entity. They are both happening as you read this paper. Eternal life can be begun while the spirit is confined to the body, which is confined to time, because the spirit of man connects with the Spirit of God, becoming one with Him Who is eternal. Each time-moment that we attain while one with God, in complete unity, becomes an everlasting moment, living on in eternity; likewise, those moments in which we are not in sync with Him remain simply temporal and become frozen with the rest of the past. Again, a C. S. Lewis quote to give life to this concept:
“Son,'he said,' ye cannot in your present state understand eternity...That is what mortals misunderstand. They say of some temporal suffering, "No future bliss can make up for it," not knowing that Heaven, once attained, will work backwards and turn even that agony into a glory. And of some sinful pleasure they say "Let me have but this and I'll take the consequences": little dreaming how damnation will spread back and back into their past and contaminate the pleasure of the sin. Both processes begin even before death. The good man's past begins to change so that his forgiven sins and remembered sorrows take on the quality of Heaven: the bad man's past already conforms to his badness and is filled only with dreariness. And that is why...the Blessed will say "We have never lived anywhere except in Heaven, : and the Lost, "We were always in Hell." And both will speak truly.”
To conclude, we are not, or should not, be completely comfortable in time, unless we live as though time is second to eternity, just like our physical bodies are second to our spirits.

Ecclesiastes 3:11-15 “He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also, he has put eternity into man's heart, yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end. I perceived that there is nothing better for them than to be joyful and to do good as long as they live; also that everyone should eat and drink and take pleasure in all his toil—this is God's gift to man. I perceived that whatever God does endures forever; nothing can be added to it, nor anything taken from it. God has done it, so that people fear before him. That which is, already has been; that which is to be, already has been; and God seeks what has been driven away. ”


Sunday, December 18, 2016

Saved

If you had known how close you came
To making me forget my name
If you could in a vision see
An alternate reality
Where we all fell, each one by one
Like autumn leaves, our lives succumbed
If you could know the cutting knife
You gave to those whom you gave life
You'd be inclined, I hope and pray
To claim the blame, to change your way,
But not so now. You cannot see
This alternate reality.
Because we fought, because we fight
We won, we win, through Jesus' light
The darkness gone, it cannot stay
For we have love, and come what may
The life we have we will return
A sacrifice, but not to burn,
We will remain, we will proclaim
That Holy, Righteous, Precious Name.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

A Gift



Lonely Friend

Yesterday I saw the winter
Melting down
Into the spring
And he looked up at me
With his weepy eyes
And said I love you
Please give me one more try

And so I gave it
And he came up again
With whirling snow
And harsh cold winds
It looked like anger
So I began again
To let the spring melt
His cold hard heart

And by this morning
He was almost gone
And I looked down
And said farewell
And he looked up at me
Again with weepy eyes
And said I know it's time
I'll say farewell

It's been the summer
Ive missed winter so
His frosty gaze,
His patient glow
sent him a letter
So he'll came back to me
By touching treetops
The auburn leaves

So in the autumn
He'll surely come again
His heart still cold,
his strength renewed
He'll cast his tendrils
of frost to tree tops
He'll blow
The twirling leaves
To their demise

When I see anger
I will remind the wind,
Which whistles by
And brings the chill
That winters time will end
Just as it did before
And spring will come again
To warm his soul

But on that one day,
The winter calmed himself,
And for me gave
A gentle snow
It settled down upon
Every branch and blade
It's stark white purified
The whole landscape

He is my lonely friend
His life is bitter
But I will stay
Although he's cold
I know his heart has
A seed of greatness
I know his heart has
A seed of love.

Monday, February 15, 2016

Eclipse

The moon didn’t know he was being predictable
When he decided to wear something different tonight.
He didn’t know that everyone would notice him finally
He’d forgotten the necessary steps to fame.

Oh, here and there someone would light their eyes
On his bright handsome face, or perhaps only a sliver.
But never had his audience truly gazed with such wonder-
Admiration was lifting his spirits to great heights.

Then… oh then, he realized that he was red.
His face had not a sliver of the pure or bright
He could no longer see the sun at all,
And he himself had turned into a shadow.

He was satisfied though, for all the faces of all the people
Replaced the sun quite well- but lo! The sun came back
And the faces of all the people turned away again.
And he was even lonelier than before.

Friday, January 22, 2016

The Story We’ve Imagined


Can we find all the constellations and make new ones in our minds, before our tired eyes begin to close and dreams carry us away ‘til morning?
And when I wake up from this dream and find you never were here, will you promise to come someday, so I know our love is true?

Those angel wings remind me of the light that shines in your eyes in the yesterday of tomorrow; can you glance at me once more so I can feel its radiant warmth?
And when I fall and finally awake in darkness, and shiver back to sleep, can you put your strength around me, and give me calm and peace?

And when daytime comes again and I toil and forget you, will you show your face in a cloudy sky and remind me to find the end of another day?
And as years go by, if we still be apart, I ask one more thing for my lonely heart: Never disregard the story we’ve imagined, for it may be the only story we were meant to tell.




Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Spent

I’m running from the same thing I was a year ago
The same song is playing, I’m in the same place.
It could be worse, I try to tell my face,
But sometimes the same is worse than worse pain.

I’m still in the dark, and still slowly drowning.
I’m still clinging to a vast hopeful of nothing
I’m loving the rain and the cold and the snow
‘Cause sometimes cold thinks there’s something it knows.

The train tracks and chemicals, pills, ropes, and cliffs,
They mock me with every step that I take.
They tell me I’m too weak, or too small, or too low.
They show me how easy it would be to go.

I try to cry out but instead I make do,
Because they can’t hear me- or maybe they do.
I must be invisible, long gone, or dead,
Maybe I ceased and there’s a ghost in my stead.

I asked You to break me
But didn’t know what it meant
Now I know what it means

And now I am spent.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Miss You

Autumn is making
Its way to the trees,
And half of a lonely
September agrees.

But in my hard hurting
Mind I can see.
That if I fall
It won’t be with the leaves.

If one more minute
Life would allow
I’d tell you to cherish
Forever and now

Time given to you.
Love given in need.
But forget moments
That aren’t yours, I plead.

I gave you so much
Just give me back this:
The pleasure, the bruises,

And each treasured kiss.

Friday, July 24, 2015

My Turn

When my turn comes
-I know it will-
I’ll mask a smile
Walk over the hill

When my turn comes,
Right down the road
I’ll kick my shoes
And drop my load

When my turn comes,
If then or now,
I’ll race the wind;
Make willows bow.

When my turn comes,
Maybe today
Pay your respects
I’ve naught to say.

Monday, June 29, 2015

Shadow of Death

Time has rendered the moon's rings soft 
The clock is ticking in heaven's loft
Below, the cool lit wintry scape
Crouches with its mouth agape.

The mountains stark against the sky
Obscure the depths from traveler's eye.
The valleys covered o'er with mist
The moonbeams fail their earth - bound tryst

Stars are hidden; their pulsing heat
Lends no aid to wandering feet.
Cold increasing- no warmth is left.
Courage ceasing- of hope bereft.

The forest cowers under moaning wind
Deceitful strains to peace rescind.
Vilest valley, shade of death
Stealing faith and stilling breath.

Friday, June 19, 2015

I’ve Been Thinking Lately


I’m pretty sure that all I can do
Is make an effort to pray for you
I can’t make you feel loved
I can’t make you try
I just hope you don’t hurt
‘Cause I would know why.

I’m lonely whenever
I think about you
I thought I knew you

And maybe I did
But maybe you’ve changed
Or maybe you hid.

I try to redeem you
With good memories
They come slowly and few
Some are lowly and dark
But I understand
That they’ve hit their mark.

My pride for this life
Has slowly died in our strife
Invincibility of childhood
Has failed my heart
I remember enough
To go back to the start

The pain that I live with
The hurt that endures
May only grow stronger
May fade with the years
I just hope you know

Love runs with my tears.

Thursday, June 4, 2015

Monument


I don’t want a square one that will sink into cold ground
I do not want a tower above a sinking mound
I don’t want a palace or a choir singing ‘round
I want to be the ocean, I hear the peaceful sound.

I don’t particularly care for all the black that people wear
I guess it’s ‘cause I know that I’m going somewhere fair.
Don’t put me in a grave where the rain will wet my hair
Just set my heart aflame, with love, and lift me to the air.

Instead of carrying me slowly down into a black earth hole,
Instead of making me a monument to show my lowly role,
Make my monument the sky and my resting place the sea

Make your tears a celebration; your words my memory.


Sunday, March 15, 2015

Towel

Step, and lock the door.
Lose my balance and sit down.
I reach out, throw my hands,
Asking for invisible hands to catch,
My hands land on the floor.
My towel hangs on a hook.
I wish for it to envelop
To return my hug
As I shake, shake and sink.

My eyes are green with dry tears.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Saintpaulia

~2005~

Saintpaulia sitting on the sill, how beautiful you are!
Growing there since I was a babe, but never said "au revoir."
What is your secret oh bud of my youth? “Patience by God alone.
“Tastefully seeking for water of life, for God, I have grown.”


~2014~

Saintpaulia, you died; you have slowly given up the faith.
I never thought you would, my dear, I thought you’d always stay.
“Not given up the faith, my dear; your faith should be in God.
None can live forever here, but by His faithfulness I’m awed.”

Years have torn it from bitter hands, Saintpaulia my dear,
Yet so in death you still remained without a trace of fear?
You’re dead and I have wretched life; you’re awed and I’m a mess;
And yet you teach me, nature’s queen, of God and nothing less.

Let others do what they may do, I know what’s right and wrong.
I plan on taking what you’ve said, I’ve known it all along.
You grew up with me; you knew the truth I’d have to see.

Truth imparted, your purpose done - now no more you’ll be.



Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Winter




I don’t remember the order of days.

I can’t start to see a way through this maze.
Forget me, forget me, I’ll just fade away.
My promises passing away in the haze.

Sky-tall it seems to stand up like doom.
At bright cotton clouds, its flurries they loom.
I can’t stand up tall in this minuscule room.
I'm finally realizing the world’s a tomb.



Dismay me, I dare you. I dare you to move.
I can’t even cry and I have nothing to prove.
There is nothing worse; can nothing improve?
Except for my life, to snuff or remove.

Prepare yourself, darling, I’m leaving my clay.
I don’t mean to leave you in any dismay.
I pray understanding won’t lead you astray,
But lead you to memories upon which to prey.

Performing this life-long skit isn’t for me.
I moved off from palaces and on to debris.
I’d rather not fake, and I don’t want to flee.
But there is nothing here that I can foresee.


I’m framing a picture of me in your mind.

Pretend that I’m smiling, or perhaps that you’re blind.
Pretend that I’m free, instead of tightly confined.
Pretend I’m remaining, not leaving you behind.



I didn’t mean to.
I’m sorry I did.
It wasn’t for you;
Farewell I bid.



I drew this on my biochemistry notes...

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

The Messengers


I looked up to the blue above, to a flock of silent birds,
Their whiteness dimmed by only light
Their flight a shadow in my sight
I asked if weakness, they could take. They flew without a word.

I looked up again, to ask, to beg, to see if they would share
Their lovely little bit of air
Their basking glory, naught despair
I asked if they would take me up to see and be aware.

Ignored, but patience creased my brow, to wait for one to hear
And fluttered on the white wings south
I brought my hand up to my mouth

I whispered, “take my soul to Him” and then my vision cleared.


Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Perhaps that’s why I like snow so much


If you need me I’ll be hanging out in a tree,
Or laying in the snow and watching stars with frozen eyes.
Tasting all the chemicals I find that I can see,
Or maybe I’ll just be praying that I’d die.

If you want me don’t start to look where I should be
Don’t look for DNA or my carbon in the ashes.
I might be alone now, I might be at home
Or maybe I’m a goner somewhere where you can’t come.

I might be on the roadside, hit and run, or better, roadkill
I might be a little thinner at the bottom of a cliff.
I might be in my car, and you’ll never know
If I did it on purpose- or if it was a car malfunction.

If you want to find me, don’t ask me any questions,
Save your breath for saying goodbye,
Farewell, to my cold, dead corpse.
Perhaps that’s why I like snow so much.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Beyond the Clay

I cannot see beyond the clay
That You have made aware
I reach my hand beyond today
Beyond my deadened stare.

If peace is plentiful beyond
I ask that You might share
A piece of that, which You’re so fond,
And show me that You care.

I’m sorry for my doubting heart,
My lack of faith or hope.
From You, I can’t live life apart
Without, I wouldn’t cope.

I’m standing on my battle ground
Alone except for You
But are You here and all around?
You’re not within my view.

Break me if You want to; show me!
Don’t let me have control.
Break my life down ‘til I agree
Then build me to be whole.