Category Archives: Poems

Poetry isn’t my first love, but some thoughts just fall into verse and stanza much easier than paragraphs.

Perspective

It is here that I begin my story,

This life that is mine to live.

The shadows of anticipation recede,

Carried away upon tides of discontent.

This is the face I see in the mirror,

Lines and creases forged during my wait.

Always waiting.

For what?

Days I have lost in my quest for perfection.

Blessings ignored as I looked over my shoulder.

Always analyzing,

Never content.

And yet, I’ve still managed to reach this place.

This here and now,

In spite of myself.

Leaving Sedona

I rest my head upon the seat.

The southwestern sun penetrates my soul,

The desert wind carries away my insecurities.

I’m finally at peace.

 

The red rocks are behind us,

Yet their image remains

In my mind,

And etched upon my soul.

 

This is my communion.

This is my submission.

I rest among the miracle of creation

I’m no longer afraid.

 

Journaling the Journey

It’s not about writing,
It’s about listening.
It’s not about telling,
It’s about teaching.
It’s not about me,
It’s all about HIM!

Open your ears so that you may hear.
Open your heart so that you can receive.
Open your life so that He can work.
Open your journal so others can witness
God moving in your life.

Take your brokenness, don’t try to fix it.
Take your confusion, ask many questions.
Take your insight, don’t be afraid.
Take your stand, don’t be ashamed.
Take my hand as we walk with God.
Take the time to change the world;
One step, one tear, one victory, one defeat.
One life closer to eternity.

Reflections

I stand in front of the mirror,

Desperately trying to hide the pain in my soul.

Some concealer here, a little color there-

I vainly try to paint the picture that the world-

Including myself, wants to see.

 

But the pain remains,

And no make-up can hide my eyes.

Once again I try to breathe

Behind the mask I’ve spent years creating-

And perfecting.

 

It’s so much easier to be alone-

No one asks questions,

No one sees the truth you try so desperately to ignore.

No one asks when you’re alone,

Because no one is close enough to see.

 

Who would I be if I could unzip my brain

And step out of this flesh?

What road would I choose if I had nothing to run from?

Who will I become

When I finally have the courage to walk away?