4am and lost in thought. Thinking of dreams unrealized and promises broken. Leadings of God not followed and the unhappy consequences of those actions. Praying a little. “God, you know what I want to do with my life, right?”, even as I look forward at the years which lie ahead to realize that the number …
I wish
Hobbes, I wish That when we tried I’d been less broken And more alive. - That I’d been stronger And not that reed Bent and bruised Unsure of its own strength Or ability To grow straight and tall. - I wish that fate hadn’t scooped you up And dropped you on another continent Across the …
To Love or Not to Love
Pain or no pain, Happily ever after, or happily never after, We only have today to love or not to love.
Do you…
When you lie down at night Do you think of me? Does my name Cross your mind Warm your heart Touch your lips In prayer? - Do you wonder if I, too, see the moon? Or the stars Suspended in azure Since the ones In your eyes Are hidden from my view? - I wake …
If
Would that I were glass. Tall slender cylinder containing water. Life-giving water. I would know the touch of your hand. I would know your lips on me, Repeatedly. I would bear the honor Of pouring into you That thing that soothes your tongue, Refreshes senses, Nourishes body. If. I were a glass. Would that I …
Maybe, Just Maybe
I marvel as he continues to draw me even still, and it causes the flickers of hope to ignite within me that maybe,
Rosebush
The tiny apparatus beneath my tongue, The one that forms a phrase, and gives me strength to speak it, Disappeared whenever I saw him. Words - once friends, companions, Would flee. His face, so striking, It rendered me speechless. His beauty - erased every eloquent phrase From my memory. And it wasn't like he was …
Evaporate
And he won't go away He's under my skin A part of my system That will not give in. It will not surrender The memory of touch The brightness of smile That I loved so much. I'd hoped it'd be natural A slow dissipation Like water from pavement An evaporation. Instead I'm possessed With faithful …
My Pastor Said, “Timing”.
No matter how Broken You Are, No matter how low you feel, No matter how blind you are, I promise The God of Heaven sees you. On the way home I was thinking about when the disciples asked Jesus why a certain man was blind. It was on my mind because of a conversation I …
Sunlight is Dim
Nothing is the same Without you here. The sunlight is dim. The flowers smell sweet, But I can't breathe them in. The days are warm now, But I'm cold, even so. It's spring, And summer waits to embrace, But nothing is the same Without you here. No sparkling eyes laughing at my jokes. No smile …
...Just Thoughts... 