Every step forward,
uncovers my soul.

Why do we close our eyes
During prayer?


Is it to feel the solitary
Presence of Jesus,
Or only to distance ourselves
From the judging eyes
We self-consciously perceive
And create comparisons 

Based on, because the World
Consistently draws our attention
And distracts from the only
Opinion that matters? 


The Enemy sure does love
the eyes of others.

An unknown sadness,
A blue fog settling
Over my surroundings,
No apparent reason—
Only the thought
That, perhaps, someone
Had no one to feel
The ache of their absence.

Why do I write, why do I talk,
About these things written with chalk,
I write them here, write them on the board,
I want to set free what has been stored,

I just wish to make them heard,
I wish that for my every word,
Is that just too much to ask?
Could you fullfill that simple task?

I want my thoughts just to be read,
To be read before I'm dead,
I want to express what I think,
Long before this ship will sink,

Oh I wonder, You right here,
What my poems made you feel.