Stuffing my self-esteam to the side
to see if seeking silence suffices
the longings of my soul.
Anxious of the resurfacing of speculation
seeking retaliation,
of attempting to sail on the shores of serenity.
Lost at sea, swimming though uncertainties,
still picturing a seamless scenery
as my destiny.
Silence stalks me until I surrender,
as I remember stubbornness surrounds
this simple being.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Journey to Freedom
Restricted.
I feel conflicted.
My past hurts
are vindictive.
Satisfied
In evil contentment
Should I ignore
My hearts resentment?
It's troublesome
Cause I know the truth,
Yet I search
For constant proof.
Miracles
It is what I wish,
To know it is I that
You cherish.
But I am bonded,
I am chained,
A victim of sweet
Innocence slain.
Shackled flesh,
Iniquity's blot
Has scorned perfection
I have sought.
Infiltrate
Perverse decisions.
Purify my heart's
Divisions.
Restoration
Of your heart's desire,
Breathing forth
Starting fire.
Melting strongholds,
Calling surrender.
You sweep away the
Ash and cinder.
Relinquished,
You cannot refrain,
From breaking link and link
And chain and chain!
Freedom at last!
Freedom I long!
Freedom is hope!
Freedom is strong!
Freedom is wholeness!
Freedom is home!
Freedom is release
Of God's peace and shalom.
I feel conflicted.
My past hurts
are vindictive.
Satisfied
In evil contentment
Should I ignore
My hearts resentment?
It's troublesome
Cause I know the truth,
Yet I search
For constant proof.
Miracles
It is what I wish,
To know it is I that
You cherish.
But I am bonded,
I am chained,
A victim of sweet
Innocence slain.
Shackled flesh,
Iniquity's blot
Has scorned perfection
I have sought.
Infiltrate
Perverse decisions.
Purify my heart's
Divisions.
Restoration
Of your heart's desire,
Breathing forth
Starting fire.
Melting strongholds,
Calling surrender.
You sweep away the
Ash and cinder.
Relinquished,
You cannot refrain,
From breaking link and link
And chain and chain!
Freedom at last!
Freedom I long!
Freedom is hope!
Freedom is strong!
Freedom is wholeness!
Freedom is home!
Freedom is release
Of God's peace and shalom.
Thursday, December 6, 2012
The Braided Tree
“I’ve been waiting for you,”
Said the Braided Tree.
“There’s a story I wanted to tell.
Sit on my roots, lean in close,
For I want you to hear this well.
Look up and see how my branches spread far
And how big my shadow is below.
I am the protector of these rocky grounds,
From this place I will not go.
I’ve got nooks and crannies,
Check around if you like,
I house creatures and critters here too.
But my favorite spot of all, and I’ll think you’ll agree,
Is the one that is meant for only you.”
The Braided Tree went on and whispered secrets in my ear,
I listened to the stories young and old.
“I count the clouds by day
And I name the stars by night,
For this scenery is beauty to behold.”
I lay back against the bark and begin to close my eyes,
To think about this welcoming mystery.
But one thing I know for sure is
I feel peace and
I feel warmth,
In the arms of the Braided
Tree.
This is the tree that the poem
was written about. I sat on the roots
and wrote about what I saw and heard.
Garner State Park November 20th, 2012.
Monday, November 5, 2012
Short Prayer
It is hard to surrender,
It is hard to give it all.
The fear of letting go
Is greater than the fall.
It is hard to give it all.
The fear of letting go
Is greater than the fall.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
myself
I AM knows who I am.
I am caught inside a web
This web inside my head
My head upon the Rock
The Rock of He who knocks.
He knocks and He comes in.
In where all my thoughts have been
Been constantly increasing speed
Speed then forms a greater need
Need to constantly be freed.
Freed of time and freed of space
Space created to enjoy Grace.
Grace teaching me to grow
Grow strong enough to say hello
Hello, can you tell me where to go?
Go, stop. Go, stop.
Stop forgetting who I’m not
Not always so aware
Aware of why life is not fair
Fair for those who do not care.
Care enough to really hear
Hear and act upon a fear.
Fear only which that is not seen
Seen days full of a routine
Routine.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
October
Sick of the person I have not yet become,
All this potential, is it from below or above?
I long to be different
Yet nothing takes place,
And when I look in the mirror
I still see the same face.
The same soul, the same thoughts
In the same notions I am caught.
And how I want to be set free,
My complacent heart won't let me.
I thought I'd be different
And be closer to the One,
But I find myself walking
In a race that should be run.
Yet I run to others, run to friends,
Run to things that keep me from the end,
And then I sit here and complain,
No wonder why I don't see change.
All this potential, is it from below or above?
I long to be different
Yet nothing takes place,
And when I look in the mirror
I still see the same face.
The same soul, the same thoughts
In the same notions I am caught.
And how I want to be set free,
My complacent heart won't let me.
I thought I'd be different
And be closer to the One,
But I find myself walking
In a race that should be run.
Yet I run to others, run to friends,
Run to things that keep me from the end,
And then I sit here and complain,
No wonder why I don't see change.
Monday, September 19, 2011
My Past Week
Never have I felt this way
Underneath your care.
Moving inwardly I stay
Bothered you're not there
Nagging thoughts
Undo security; loneliness sets in.
Make believe that I'm ok and just try to
Blend in.
No motivation to move on, if
Ultimately I don't know how.
My emotions slowly go away,
Break me- I won't allow.
Underneath your care.
Moving inwardly I stay
Bothered you're not there
Nagging thoughts
Undo security; loneliness sets in.
Make believe that I'm ok and just try to
Blend in.
No motivation to move on, if
Ultimately I don't know how.
My emotions slowly go away,
Break me- I won't allow.
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