When the rain falls
and worries slide
like drops down a windshield
sprinkled in drops
And the fears don't
feel so
overwhelming,
anymore
Falling clouds
help the fears
fall away
And maybe by tomorrow
even though the mud
hasn't dried
and sometimes my
hands still feel tied
I'll start to feel,
like clouds fading into day,
a little more
okay
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC
Brake lights reflect off streets damp with spring snow
Brake lights and street lights and street signs reflect a myriad of colors
A beautiful array off streets too terrifyingly wet to properly see
Danger in the brake lights
Shining street signs
Of roads too wet to see
And sometimes there's beauty in the danger
Sometimes
Dangerous is beautiful
And before there was light the world was in darkness
And before light there was darkness
And before light there was God
In the darkness
So if we spend so much time driving away from the darkness
Do we miss God in the beauty
Of street lights reflected on dark, shiny roads
Do we miss the beauty only found
In the darkest of nights
Are we straining to see with eyes not truly looking
Maybe in darkness our hearts
Learn to hear
Our souls begin to seek
Our ears see
And eyes feel
and bodies hear
And souls find
that peace comes from
Being WITH God, not from sight
And in the danger
There is beauty
Of a soul at peace
Seeing God without eyes
And soft brake lights
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 8:42 AM UTC
******
Lord...
I keep falling
short
If I could walk around
on my knees,
would You expect less of me?
Because the bar
seems too high
and I believe that
You've asked me to die
To myself
self-ish gain
to my ways
man's high-ways
And I think I've said
no
again and again
to the whims of my
fellow man
But it's never enough
it would seem
Fall flat off my feet once
again
Bar's too high
can't reach that high
How much more do You want me
to die?
When do I get to cry
"it's finished"
Have given enough to
once again feel
Your touch
When all I want
is to know You more
and this world around keeps
pushing me to the floor
Are my ways ever good
when only Your ways are God
Do I only reach higher
when I find myself lower
Cuz every **** day
I fall even shorter
I'm seeking perfection seated
on a throne
and today feels like I'm battling alone
Do I only find perfection
when I'm sitting on the ground
where heaven and earth meet
In a glorious dance
this miraculous romance
to find truth in the dichotomy
of dirt and divine
To stop reaching for a
kingdom in the sky
find eternity in my heart
this Kingdom is nigh
Lord,
I'm still falling
short
flat on my face
growing use to dirt in my mouth's
gritty taste
Maybe in moments of
my greatest failure
are where I meet
my relentless Savior
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC
no butterflies in my stomach
I have hands in my chest
grabbing my heart
squeezing it without rest
Crushing me
I'm helpless at best
Tears welling up
salty pieces of soul
filling my eyes
down they roll
You can't ever fully escape
heartbreak
Tears
my broken self spilling out
seeping through my skin
Can't hold it all together
forever
Maybe I'm grateful for
those hands crushing my chest
Don't have to feel all the pain
desperately trying to find rest
But my soul won't stop crying
heart bleeding salty tears down my cheeks
This heartbreak doesn't heal
you just learn to live with the pain
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC
But
Love hung on a tree
Bruised body
blood flowed
Love died for my shame
Love didn't look at skin or color
Love didn't look at nationality,
legality
Love look at souls
and said we're brothers
Blood flowed
for every nation,
tribe and
tongue
But we've forgotten.
And now
the prophets of the streets
crying like Pentecostal priests
Beating chests and
stomping feet
Begging
those choosing blindness
to see
See our pain
Feel our fury
Our righteous anger
rages
against injustices you pretend can
remain unseen
You were born with this freedom
to close your eyes
We were born into a world
stabbing us from behind
So don't
bring your Bibles,
shove your tracts
drag us down aisles
You weren't here from the beginning
Fighting to break chains and
set captives free
"We have nothing to lose but our chains"
Our battle cry is freedom
justice,
equality for all
Jew and Gentile
Slave and free
Now the verses can read
Black and white
Upper class and lower
College educated, GED
You know, He's crying with us
shouting, marching
Beating chest and
stomping feet
Don't think you're bringing Jesus to us
He's already here,
on the streets
Prophecy of protests
Righteous rage against
iniquity
Jesus, the revolutionary
God with us
On the ground with us
Love doesn't look at
skin or color
And love hung from
a tree
It is our duty to fight for our freedom
Love has already won the day
And we have nothing to lose but our chains
We will fight to lose our chains
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
fall
flurries
those bits of
crumbled color, crushed
into
the ground
hints of red
crimson and gold
the fragrance of a season
brilliance
so crisp
eyes nearly have to squint
leaves and color gently
drop from
branches
shredding
their yearly coat
floating down
or pushed
by
windy
gust
fall flurries
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
Cardboard doubles
as shredded sheets
"Spare a little change,
trying to make ends meet
Just seeking refuge
from the cold and sleet"
Well, the Savior didn't have a place
to lay His head
So maybe they're closer to Him
than I am
But people see the signs
All they do is stare
Wonder, what's he done
and where's she been?
I couldn't cast the stone
cuz my record ain't clean
No one gave me
the judgement rod
And you, sir, don't look like God
Driving by
rolling up your windows and
down your nose
"Probably for drugs,"
your judgments say
"Lazy *** will
squander it away"
As if you and I
never fail, please don't forget
we've just been given
a better circumstance,
missed some unfortunate
happenstance
Do you squander love?
Waste your privilege?
We're all the same
Skin bones and blood
And I know I'm
begging for change
on the streets of human love
Forgetting I've been given grace
from the Divine
Covered by love that looks like
water blood and wine
Maybe my friend
the "homeless ***
is really a bit closer
to the One
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
Sometimes
I wonder
am I more saint
or sinner
Is it
self-preservation or
selfish and me-centered?
And how,
how can I know
when Your voice feels
so far off?
Am I saint
or sinner
self-preserving or
self-centered?
Your voice isn't sounding
all I hear is silence
And I beg,
I plead,
Lord,
am I a saint
or a sinner?
Sometimes I can't breathe
my soul
suffocating in
questions without answers
What
do you see, in me?
Saint
or a sinner?
Do I delight or
disappoint,
You and others with
this life I'm trying to live?
Questions
begging answers
can't rest until
they're found
Saint
or sinner,
self-preserving or
self-centered?
"God creates out of nothing. Wonderful you say. Yes, to be sure, but he does what is still more wonderful: He makes saints out of sinners."
― The Journals of Soren Kierkegaard
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
Whispered beckons
Arms held wide
an invitation
Join the dance
Heart filled of wonder at
love without restraint
Calling softly
gently
I long to dance
with you
A dance with the Creator,
created
with the Divine
More glory
can never be imagined than
what's found in the
freedom
of release
Creator beckons
the created,
join the dance
Because there's power
in the blood
And your hands have been washed clean
So come take hold of Mine
that were nailed
to a tree
For thee
To dance with the Creator,
created
with the Divine
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC
Pass a stranger
Nod a polite hello
Choke on the smell of
Cigarette smoke
Blooming all around
Hold breath till
It's passed
Release and gasp
Fresh new air
But he wasn't the only smoker
Around here
You can get cancer from
Second-hand smoke, you know?
I'm convince we'll all
Die of cancer anyways
Cancer of the body or
Cancer of the heart
Something eating away
All of us and we can't
Self-diagnose the chaos
Looking for something
In all the wrong places
Surface level satisfactions
Nicotine and addictions
Rotting away the soul
And we're all dying of
Some cancer
Cancer of the soul
Looking for answers
Failing to look past ourselves
For Something
Someone
To ease the pain
Satisfy the ache of soul
Clean up a world where
No one smokes
Their souls into
Oblivion
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC