Tightly twisted inside out
Other offers are outside the house
Holding head in hands
heart beats fast
folding faintly forwards
forgive me
I can’t grasp
going groaning
to the tables telling them
all about angry antics
stuck saying and swaying
talking temptations tightly twisting
inside my head
heart hearing Holy Spirit
Soul searching and I can bare it
heaven opens here
finally
feeling free at last .
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 2:33 PM UTC
Lord tear me down
Oh, tear me down to the ground
Where I need you , I want you
Lord I just want to be found
Oh, Lord tear me down
Tear me down to the ground
Here on my knees help me please
Help a cold heart come
unwound
You’re re-building me up
Piece by piece
Tear me down
Oh , Lord tear me down
Tear me down to the ground
Lord please hold me
Holy Spirit please fill me up now
You’re re-building me up
Piece by piece
Come unwound
Tear me down, tear me down
Where I’ll be found.
Lord Jesus tear me down.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC
To my dearest husband
only 3 years we've been married,
but now for you, for our marriage
against me
I will truly take a stand.
I always thought that a "help-meet" meant
to "help" the other person,
become what they "should"
or "could" become. To reach their highest potential.
I know now that lie was not heaven sent.
As it is believed by some.
I must tell you
that I have just recently discovered
how to be your wife
and not to be your mother.
I just started to see instead
what I should be doing
to be your help-meet and
your dearest friend.
I pray you will forgive me,
with this sincere apology.
I am so sorry
it was always you
I was reprimanding,
without even noticing
who I was becoming.
Now I promise to own my own responsibility.
I will no longer try to be your conscience
but to love and admire you forever,
however bad the weather.
I promise to do this for you
fully
and
completely.
You see the truth is that
I believe...
you are so much better than me!
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC
A wiser woman taught me over coffee
to live above
whatever this world gives me.
The best thing is
that it is not invisible
it is something we can see!
"I don't know"... she whispered kindly
..."about you, but I am a visual learner."
So, then she held her hands flat downward
hovering close above the table.
Our coffee mugs rested full,
cold and by now, undrinkable.
"See"... she told me gently,
"this is what is happening to us down here..
do you know...
that moment where your feelings take over
and threaten to control you,
as it happens to all of us
and we can also do to others?"
Then she raised her hands up over her head
as high as she was capable
still facing downward
high above our table.
Now saying joyfully,
"Up here, this is where God sees all of our lives"...
At that I took a sip
and into cool liquid I took a dive.
I shiver, sigh and think
now i'll have to spend another five!
Then she continued...her hands still raised up high,
"this is where I try
to go to live
to see , what's happening...to you and me,
when I can't see anything clearly
I go to see what God...
you know... how He sees all of us
and loves us all completely...
you just can't imagine the peace that this brings me."
Suddenly I stopped thinking about my cold cold coffee
because it began to taste
so so much sweeter to me...
For this truth, I could now see
was so right, even in the cool cup I was drinking.
For this wise woman who taught me
how to love everyone and everything....
even cold coffee...
she forever changed where I was living.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC
Take
me
away
with
a
well
tuned tale
of
tiny twigs twitching
to the
sweet, soothing sounds
of
swaying songbirds set seaward
to
shores
that
reach rocks rolled
upward
and
under undying undertones
of
washed, wayward welks woven with
the
wind
and
waves whispering water's ways
to the tune
of
twitching twigs
and the
sweet, soothing sounds
of
songbirds
taking
me
away
with
a
well
tuned tale.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
Music meanders mightily moving my soul seeking songs sung by strings and piano plays purposefully pounding perfectly pretty rhythms running round through thick thought of only one nicely named note.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 12:34 AM UTC
Who is more creative than our creator ?
Mysterious
All knowing
Merciful
Forgiver
Redeemer
Father
Friend
Giver
Soul healer
Maker
Love and Joy
Peace and patience
Pen and paintbrush
Oh Mr. Cole,
I do not mean to rush,
These words spring forth from a dam,
But the creator of creation
He says "I Am".
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
The poems I read here are mostly tragic beauty.
Line after line
I can see that we are not all just
fine and dandy.
The letters chosen
are strung together.
They just keep going on forever.
The words they make , however,
each are splendid and
profoundly, purposefully unique.
The thoughts spilled out here
are often troubling at best.
I can't help but pray
for each poet's souls end to unrest.
These words of course have to be real
but they also have so much power to heal!
For those words are each unique
and can express so much more
other than our darkest street,
but more and more of hope
and of our highest highest peaks!
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC
A baby's breath speaks softly
and fiercely into the dark,
to the girl whose breath
first met theirs.
It whispers love
in the darkest places of her soul.
As she struggles to rise
from resting, this baby's breath
is suddenly her own.
In that moment,
all the girl ever wants
is the chance to be a breeze
they will breath in , heal
and remember her by.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
Peace presses hard around us.
Like water seeping through
laid brick cracks.
It finds it's way to the soil
we're made of.
Saying let me be love
in your roots and
grace to help you grow.
Those bricks we laid
will crumble some day and
water will flood
new life forever,
as we
finally
break
aw
a
y.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC