elizabeth-novak
American
Elizabeth Novak is a christian entrepreneur and writer. Born in Illinois and now residing in Kentucky, Elizabeth prides herself on being a northern country girl. In leisure time she enjoys reading everything in reach, imperfect bible journaling and capturing moments via poetry. / http://www.libbysbitofheaven.com / http://www.pinterest.com/ourcreativelife
Voices blurring
Secrets passing
Dripping through
the coffee filters.
Pooling in
heatproof glass.
Relationships being built
strengthened
raising to new levels
like steam on hot milk.
Stories woven
like the skilled baristas.
Not missing a beat,
not spilling a drop.
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 2:11 AM UTC
Waiting at an auto place
Mourning the decline of the horse
as good a ride as any
except if they went lame.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
An artist’s greatest gift
is solitude they say,
but I see nothing springing forth
from these lonely hands of mine...
nothing but a longing for you.
A longing void that no fancy words
can fill...
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
And so it had begun
that frightful flutter in my heart
I had long dreaded it
feeling the responsibility to great.
Feeling myself not ready
no more was I now.
To take another human’s heart
in your hands
and freely give them yours?
Madness, sheer insanity.
"Do not awaken love until she please."
wasn’t that in the bible somewhere?
To late now to wait for
loves delicate advances.
full blazing passion was in my vains now.
I couldn’t stop the race of it to my heart
even if I wanted to
Madness, sheer insanity.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC
Sometimes the inadequacy
is so overwhelming, it just consumes you
and at 1 am you’re curled up in a ball
crying your heart out
wishing this was eternity already
that in all this pain and sorrow
you could just find some light..
An inner strength
a belief in yourself
but more often then not
all you can hear are the voices in your head
running through the list of
stupid things you did
and said the day before.
And you wish you could just
shut it all out
and fall asleep for a few
precious hours of silence.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
Looking at the world
through sunglasses,
the brown tint of a polaroid photo.
I hear nothing but
the wind in my ear creating white noise,
blocking everything else out.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 9:56 PM UTC
Sometimes God let’s you go through hard situations
to let you see a sign
of his power
his love
him.
Like he hardened pharaoh’s heart
working through a stuttering man
he let his glory shine through.
Like he brought Naomi back in mourning
to start a lineage in Ruth
of mighty kings of God.
Like he sacrificed his Son for all
to cross the separation of sin to make a way.
Sometimes God let’s you go through hard situations
to create in you a fire
a desire welling up
reaching out
for him.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
Sometimes the heart longs
for another home
the home where all the kindred souls
it never met on this earth
gather beneath the stars
talking in meaningful conversation.
The home where the beautiful mingles with the eternal
And laughing and talking with Jesus,
there are no more tears, fear
or the pain of rejection.
Only beauty and love in His presence,
washing us clean.
We go through life looking for this place
when all along, we know….
we were never meant for this world,
and our souls long for our heavenly home.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 9:49 PM UTC
Tiny hands and blooming smiles
the innocence and trust of a child.
To be that young again,
pleased with the simplest of things.
Laughter and arms up lifted for a ride.
Content to be carried along
secure in your faith,
minuscule worries.
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 7:37 PM UTC
The way the sun filters
through the window,
switching over the dashboard
as we change directions.
Creating freckles on your skin.
The way it makes your hair glint
red,
spreading out to flicker in your
eyes.
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC