A candle flickering with light -
The comfort of a lonely night,
Where melancholy shades of me
Blur with the raindrops perfectly
And where my soul, seeking to nest,
On scribbled page discovers rest.
The air is thick with scent of pine,
The heart is merry with a rhyme,
The storm outside keeps on, despite,
The comfort of my lonely night.
Dec 10, 2023
Dec 10, 2023 at 8:46 PM UTC
You mention that you're tired.
They tell you that you're weak.
You say you had five hours of sleep,
They say that's what they had all week.
It's not that your day didn't ****
It's just that theirs was worse.
Your uncle's in the hospital?
Well, theirs is in a hearse.
You share a funny story, then,
Some memory you miss,
Only to have them respond with,
"Wait 'till you hear this-"
It's not that you're not funny,
You may be humorous.
It's just that they happen to be
A little more hilarious.
At some point, conversation,
On your end, goes bone dry.
You're left feeling dejected
And don't seem to know why.
The motive of the One-Upper
Is still an open question.
Just make sure you aren't one-
Is my one suggestion.
Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 3:33 PM UTC
The wind exhales, it’s exhilarating
breath howling through
the streets. For a moment, it is exalted
and revered by nature. Even the sun prostrates at its feet. Though invisible,
it escalates, leaving destruction
in its feat; lifting and ejecting anything unfortunate enough to stray in its path.
The wind inhales and the leaves tremble,
bracing for the next peril.
Oct 6, 2021
Oct 6, 2021 at 12:24 PM UTC
The dead rest and I rest with them
under the shade of the maple leaves.
Their world is cold, eternal, cramped;
mine: sunny, free,
temporary.
We share a home but they are confined
while I am free to roam and wander,
or lie upon their mossy bed as I read
about yet another world -
Imaginary; existing somewhere in between.
People come and go as the day drags on.
Sunlight glints off the headboards.
They arrive slowly. Leave quickly.
We stay.
The air is fragrant with the scent of freshly turned soil; their blanket, my bedsheet. This is a land of peace
and I am a guest,
temporarily.
Sep 28, 2021
Sep 28, 2021 at 12:42 PM UTC
She watches me
as I illuminate her
head on the pillow,
still cornering the daylight
into the rear window.
She lays, outstretched,
filling the back seat of the car
with unwrapped thoughts,
too deep;
my rays can only reach so far.
Her sleepy eyelids blink
at me in question.
A suggestion?
I hide my face behind a cloud.
"'till soon," I whisper.
I'm only just a surface moon.
Sep 28, 2021
Sep 28, 2021 at 12:32 PM UTC
Hate, Doubt
Uncertainty, Fear
Has crept in the hearts
Of many this year
Spirits have weakened
Love has grown cold
As we watch, with defeat
Revelations unfold
'One nation under God'
Now torn and divided
The 'States of America'
But no longer 'United'
Let us not place our faith
In the 'red' or the 'blue'
But instead on God's promise
Which we know to be true
Let us speak, unafraid
To be shunned or oppressed
For it's time that our faith
Be put to the test
Let God be our hope
And our refuge in fear
Let our hearts be made ready
For His coming is near!
Jul 16, 2021
Jul 16, 2021 at 11:00 AM UTC
rejoice, oh rejoice,
who are weary and lost!
turn your eyes to the blood
that was shed on the cross
Jesus paid the full price
for your wickedest deed,
there is nothing to do but rejoice-
you are freed!
He was beaten and mocked;
unjustly accused,
and He died on the cross, marked
"the King of the Jews"
rejoice, oh rejoice,
for His blood has been shed!
accept it and live,
"it is finished!" He said
Jul 16, 2021
Jul 16, 2021 at 10:54 AM UTC
how can I sit still when the world
just outside my window is
bending, twisting,
changing,
shedding its skin in a beautiful array of colors;
becoming more alive
with each passing moment...?
i long to be a part of its every sunrise and sunset,
to explore the depth of each mountain, to fill my lungs with its crisp, fresh air,
and to dance on its
soft green carpet
with my head turned up
to meet the rain.
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 4:31 PM UTC
my branch bends
with the weight of
ripe fruit
and my basket is empty.
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 2:25 PM UTC
when you perceive God's grace,
you simultaneously uncover
it's reward: flawless,
untainted Love
and the moment you begin
to understand the substance of it,
you can't help but
cease resisting the current
and allowing grace
to pull you to the surface
where you can float
in perfect peace
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 12:52 PM UTC