Carson Dees

Carson Dees Mar 6

Accident

If you ever feel,
Like you are an accident,
Just close your eyes,
And listen to the birds,
Tweedle-ee, tweedle-oo,
Hear the sway of the leaves,
Shhhhhh... shhhhhh,
Open your eyes,
See the blue sky,
The green grass,
The fresh air,
And remember,
You
Are
Loved.
Wanted.
Do not give up.
Keep pressing on.

I press on for the prize,
For which God has called me heavenward,
In the name of Christ Jesus.

You are never alone.

Carson Dees Mar 6

Crooked

The other day at school,
I made a Ferris Wheel.
There were so many colors,
Like pink and blue and teal.
But did it stay up and down?
No, It swayed from side to side,
So I glued the pieces down,
But that didn't make a fun ride!
It kept on getting crooked,
Then something occurred to me,
"I cannot control this wheel,
Just like people can't control me!"
Although they may try,
(And trust me, they will.)
To stop you from leaning sideways,
Either take their advice,
Or don't look twice,
Only you can control your ways.

When you are crooked,
Don't go lookin'
For someone to change your ways.
Only you can do that,
So get up, take your hat,
And keep on living your days.

Mar 5

Eniyans

Why Don't I Know What I Know Now, Then?

Why Don’t I Know What I Know Now, Then?

Why don’t I know what I know now then?
If I had known it, what would have changed?
What would have turned?

Would the wind have shifted,
or the earth beneath me cracked open sooner?
Would my steps have faltered,
or found firmer ground?

If I had known,
would I have walked straighter,
or would the knowing
have bent me differently?

Would I have spoken,
or swallowed the words all the same?
Would I have reached for the flame,
or let the fire fade?

But I did not know,
and so I moved as I did,
stood as I stood,
broke where I broke ..
and somehow, still,
I am here.

Now knowing.

Would it have mattered then?
Or only now,
when the knowing is too late to change,
but just in time to understand?

Carson Dees Mar 5

Filled

How do you not fear
Your own minds?
What’s the secret?
What’s the hint?
Or is it that,
I’m just different?
It’s easy to speak,
My head is filled.
But to breathe,
At least normally,
Is very hard for one,
Like me.

Mar 5

Eniyans

What If

A thread of wonder weaves through my mind,
As I ponder the what-ifs, the paths left uncharted
What if this life had unfolded elsewhere?
Would love have found me, or would hate have been there?

Would peace have been my companion, or would it have fled?
The questions swirl, like autumn leaves on a windy thread.
Yet, in this moment, I am here, not there.