Bree: Poems

Bree Apr 2014

There is coming a day
When all knees shall bow
And all disbelief go away
As we worship our King
In His glorious throne,
And the Bride with the ring
Put back on her finger.

Romans 14:11 - It is written: "'As surely as I live,' says the Lord, 'every knee will bow before me; every tongue will acknowledge God.'"

Afraid to Author

Bree Apr 2014

Afraid to Author

Something about writing terrifies.
What is deep in heart can’t help but to
Spring up forth and my God glorify.
Yet there’s always a chance, isn’t there
That what words do come out from the depths
Do not glorify, but rather make
Such a smooth lukewarm and then regrets?
What if the words twist the truth? It is
Very likely, is it not, my friend?
Then if a seed of lies falls into
Their minds, how, then, will I make amend?

Revelation 3:15-16 - "I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! But you are lukewarm. You aren’t hot or cold. So I am going to spit you out of my mouth."

A Gift

Bree Apr 2014

A Gift

You He has chosen
It is you that He has saved.
This, my friend, is love.

Like all gifts, it's here for you to accept. ^_^ It's you He can forgive.

An Abstract Art

Bree Apr 2014

An Abstract Art

She’s a broken heart
She’s a wounded soul
She’s an abstract art
But she’s fallen.

As a Child

Bree Apr 2014

As a Child

Dependent, learning
Seeking love, friends to cherish.
Ever trusting, bright.

Matthew 18:3 - "And he said: 'Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.'"

Aspen Trees - Sonnet

Bree May 2014

Aspen Trees - Sonnet

If you’re to be one kind of tree, which one
Would you pick? So many there are – tall, short,
There’s weak or strong, but I know there is none
As the tall aspen tree, and that’s the sort
I’d wish to be. It makes such music, art
And it’s a tree of color and of life
Peel off its bark, and you get its heart.
A thing of beauty amidst all the strife.
It’s not like pine trees, oak trees, or others,
No, it stands, thin and tall, like a dancer.
Together they stand, united brothers.
It seems if they ask God, He then answers.
This is the tree that I would want to be –
An aspen tree, for that is just like me.

If you were a tree, what kind would you be?

As Time Goes On

Bree Apr 2014

As Time Goes On

A child with dreams,
A teen with habits,
A man with trials,
A father with battles,
A grandfather with love.

Babysitting

Bree Apr 2014

Babysitting

She’s a mystery.
Auspiciously suspicious.
Cute little red-head.

Yeah. Auspiciously suspicious. v_v

Beautiful Main, Twisted and Narrow

Bree Jul 2014

Beautiful Main, Twisted and Narrow

There is a road,
It’s wide and long.
There’s many a song
That try to goad
Me to face God’s wrath
On that beautiful path.

There’s a hidden door,
A secret road – twisted,
Narrow, and unlisted.
One song, but not more.
It’s a hard climb up,
Death calling to give up.

One of joy, one of pain
Yet, which is it I’m to take?
On the Narrow, I’ll break.
Yet on the Beautiful Main,
However straight, won’t I
Eventually fall and die?

Although hard to find,
I know what to seek.
The Narrow’s door so meek –
For though many are blind,
I see the light, and I have hope.
I’ll not grab Beautiful’s rope.

Twisted and Narrow, or else I’ll hang.

Beauty in the Broken

Bree Apr 2014

Beauty in the Broken

This beauty comes from
Brokenness, not some
Perfect life I’ve made
It is more a trade –
Death for life, true hope,
Pains and trials, my rope.
To trust Him to help me
Grow up, in Him, free,
Into who He wants.
(Though temptation taunts)
I fall, broken, then
He loves once again.
As shepherd to lamb,
Who He says I am,
That is whom He makes,
Whatever the stakes.
I am His daughter,
With Living Water,
And I am broken,
For me, He’s spoken.
I am *beautiful.

2 Corinthians 12:9 - But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me.

Best Friends

Bree Apr 2014

Best Friends

She held my hand
And we sat down
On that soft sand.
I told and shared
With her my most
Deep secrets as
We walked the coast.
We laughed with one
Another as we
Played around and
Splashed in the sea.
Oh, how hard we
Laughed that one day,
My friend and I
In the sea’s spray.

Breathe

Bree Apr 2014

Breathe

There’s that long, long line,
And that panic of “I’m late!”
Except there’s still time.

Forget traffic. Forget being late. Breathe. :)

Broken

Bree Apr 2014

Broken

The child
Who dreams, who hopes
And leaves home.

The father
Who struggles, who seeks,
But dies in war.

The mother
Who loves, who mourns,
Still here.

Ce Faci?

Bree Apr 2014

Ce Faci?

Ay, ay, ay, ce faci!
He says, every single time
It is his trademark.

Little Romanian dude. x)

Cookie Batter

Bree Apr 2014

Cookie Batter

Here I go
Tip toe
Into the kitchen
Cookies,
Goodies,
In the oven now
On my face
Is placed
A big huge grin
My thumb
Sneaks some
Batter – the last, I vow.

Yummm. x)

Deep Compassion

Bree Apr 2014

Deep Compassion

With deep compassion
He brings us back. Eternal
Kindness – this He gives.

Isaiah 54:4-8 ^_^

Domestic Violence

Bree Apr 2016

Domestic Violence

Not cancer within our bones,
But it’s a cancer of our homes.
It’s a “hierarchy” deemed “alright”
But it’s a battle – a true fight.

It’s a longing for control and
It’s a simple punch, fist, hand
Or not even that. It could be
Lashing words that ignore her plea.

He denies her to her loved ones
For that’s who would step up with guns
Of love, ropes of safety. “Keep quiet,”
She’s told, which is now her best bet.

It’s shame that keeps her in silence.
It’s love that frees her from *violence.

Don't Just Count Sheep

Bree Apr 2014

Don't Just Count Sheep

Go to bed.
Go to sleep.
Talk to God.
Don’t count sheep.
I love you. :)
But don’t forget
That He loves
You more, Jeanette.

Don't forget He wants to talk with you, too.

Falling, Plummeting, Panicking...

Bree Apr 2014

Falling, Plummeting, Panicking...

You know what I hate?
The dreams in which you’re falling,
Panicking… then black.

And then you wake up,
Heart pounding with sudden fear,
And say, "That's not real."

Fear

Bree Apr 2014

Fear

Fear asks me, “What if?”
I tell fear, “What if I don’t?”
So then I do it.

First Ten Words.

Bree Apr 2014

First Ten Words.

Have you
Ever
Thought
That
The
void
Means
God
*Exists?

Because there's a hole in your heart, a longing, that you can't fill. He's just saying, "Come to me, child. I will fill it."

Friesian

Bree Jun 2015

Friesian

Thunder
It rumbles and shakes
The very ground
Power
And strength in
With every sound
Steady
And sure it
Flies along the ground
Freely
It runs, stepping
Without a fright
Regal
Tossing its head
Like my hero knight
Able
Free to do anything
A star in the night
GENTLE*
Huge, soft, warm,
My wise Storm.

Goodnight, Ashley

Bree Apr 2014

Goodnight, Ashley

“Go to sleep,” I say,
But does she listen? Never.
She’s still here, writing.

V_v You stubborn little thing.

Grandiloquent

Bree Apr 2014

Grandiloquent

Grandiloquent – Ha!
Such irony in one word!
And so fun to say.

Happiness

Bree Apr 2014

Happiness

When I feel alone,
I stop and pray and see just how
Much God has blessed me.

^_^ Bunches of friends, and a family that loves me.

How to Master the Art of Drowning

Bree Jun 2015

How to Master the Art of Drowning

See, here’s a topic not many can say
That they have mastered.
Listen close. It is the art of drowning.
First, find some water.
Not too shallow, mind you, or you might fail.
You won’t. Stop frowning.
Secondly, you must not learn how to swim.
Simple enough, yes?
Check for a lifeguard. None? Well that’s perfect.
Get in the water.
You may hold your breath. You’re still new to this.
May be slow, I suspect.
Since you’re just a beginner, flap your arms.
Enjoying it yet?
It’s scary at first, but the fear will fade.
Now relax a bit.
You should start to sink down to the bottom.
Now are you afraid?

Ah yes, if I may,
It’d be easiest just to take that test.
I hear it’s less stress.
Besides, we’d miss you every single day.

I'm Afraid to Live

Bree Feb 2015

I'm Afraid to Live

I’m afraid to hate.
I’m afraid to love.
I’m afraid to feel.

I’m afraid to date.
I’m afraid to shove.
I’m afraid to heal.

I Miss You

Bree Oct 2014

I Miss You

Ashley, I love you.
I wish I could give you hugs…
And popcorn… and tea.

We should talk sometime. FB me. I miss you. How are you?

#ashley

Injustice

Bree Nov 2014

Injustice

I tried to tell her.
I did! Did she listen?
No, she didn’t bother.
It was test upon test.

You can’t pass something
You haven’t learned
However hard you’re trying.
But I gave it my best.

It was today that she
Finally graded that those tests.
Her look a degree
Colder than cold.

“This is very, very bad,”
Said she, and I agreed.
I couldn’t tell if she was sad or mad,
But she showed me my mark.

Fifty three out of fifty five.
“At least I got two,” I thought.
No matter how you strive,
You can’t know what you don’t know.

I tried to tell her so.

Turkish class... "Learn how to fail a test."

I Sleep

Bree Apr 2015

I Sleep

I caress
The moon with the tip
Of my fingers dipped
In black polish, smooth.
I dream
Of some huge spaceship
Kissing the stars one
Long light-year away.
I see
The One who will equip
My mind to dream or
Think reality.

I Tried...

Bree Jul 2014

I Tried...

I’ve tried to write you a poem, Ashley,
About you, but no matter how much
I try to write, it still doesn’t suit me.
I just want to say what a good friend
You are to me, and that I love you.
I can’t quite tell you just how much,
But since our friendship grew…
Well, let’s just say I think you’re amazing.

You don't know how many poems I went through about you. xD Some were really long... Haha, finally decided I should just give you one. ;)

#ashley

Kids <3

Bree Apr 2014

Kids <3

Their smiles,
Their love,
Even though they have
Been hurt.

Kisses.

Bree Apr 2014

Kisses.

It was an innocent kiss
A simple, sweet, silver tease,
And a clever little message
Or sometimes just “Hershey’s.”

>=)

Losing the Magic

Bree Apr 2014

Losing the Magic

Such simplicity,
Yet still she says, “Analyze!”
Forsooth! Lose the heart?

Love Story

Bree Apr 2014

Love Story

She was judged guilty,
His wife, sentenced to her death.
So he took her place.

The cross. Agape love.

Loving Kindness

Bree Apr 2014

Loving Kindness

Once put to shame, I –
Afraid, humiliated –
Was called back, redeemed.

Isaiah 54:4-8 ^_^

Memory Lane

Bree Feb 2015

Memory Lane

Down, down, down the quiet lane.
I listen, and I hear tears
Splashing on the cool hard ground.
Before me lay all my fears.

Dreams donned dark blue as if dead
But too poor, pale to wear black.
It then blurs like a snowstorm.
Twirling, twirling, Jack of Spades.

I see my mother’s worn hands,
Red roses ripe for picking,
A horse’s gentle brown eyes.
A clock that has stopped ticking.

Tell me it will be all right
And take these terrible fears
Far, far, far away. Purge me.
For I have been dead for years.

Me 'n' My Sister

Bree Apr 2014

Me 'n' My Sister

She’s tall, I’m short,
She’s quiet, I’m loud,
She’s sew, I’m sport
She’s slow, I’m fast
She’s poor, I’m rich,
She’s first, I’m last
She’s soft, I’m bold
She’s math, I’m English
She’s does, I’m told
She’s cold, I’m hot
She’s soft, I’m strong
She’s plot, I’m not
But we’re best friends.

^_^

#nationalsiblingday

Mother's Love

Bree Apr 2014

Mother's Love

She holds the child to her breast
Gently stroking the girl’s hair,
And wipes the tears off round cheeks.
Her words soft, as if not to scare
The trembling little two year old
Any more than she has already been.
She says, “I love you,” and gives a kiss.
The girl sniffles and tucks her chin,
Shivering and nodding with a sniffle.
Then she says, muffled by the hair,
A fierce, “I love you, too, mommy.”

My Aunt

Bree Apr 2014

My Aunt

She’s the best at jigs
She gives "sour kisses," too
And she’s super fun. x)

Night

Bree Nov 2014

Night

Simple. Elegant.
It was pure and beautiful.
The black dress shimmered.

No! Math.

Bree Apr 2015

No! Math.

Oh!
My mind is spinning
Lovers of math, how?
Kerosene, my desk.
Just kidding. Or no?
I** am falling to the floor
Help, no signal… Dead.
Gather the marbles!
For why don’t you flow?
Everywhere I look,
Dumb numbers look back.
Call it what it is?
Bothersome old foe.
Ah!

Ocean's Heart

Bree Apr 2014

Ocean's Heart

Where’s the ocean’s heart?
Is it in the deep blue depths
Or the playful waves?

Once Hurt

Bree Apr 2014

Once Hurt

Red hot like anger?
Or white and burning like pain?
Forgive and restore.

Once Upon A Daydream

Bree Jun 2015

Once Upon A Daydream

Up, up, up…
      Let’s fly away to a magical land
       We can sing and skip hand in hand
Out, out, out…
       To the space outside
       Let’s watch the receding tide
Laugh, laugh, laugh…
       Look at the singing birds,
       Out here, there need not be words
Spin, spin, spin…
       Let’s dance all the way
       Down the hill this very day
Smile, smile, smile…
       Like the wind, we’re free
       Quick! Out to the tree
Run, run, run…
       Up the hill and down
       My smile never a frown
Play, play, play…
       I can always be good tomorrow
       But today I have my new carved arrow
Down, down, down…*
       Uh-oh. I hear my mother’s voice now.
       It’s time to leave now. Right now.
Coming, Mother!

On His Desk

Bree Apr 2014

On His Desk

It begs.
Calling out,
A dusty tome
Sits on his desk
Begging his mind
To let go and roam
Those thrilling lands
Explore the ocean deep
Discover memories past
Fight and win battles it lost
To restore those relationships
And right those thousand wrongs
And forgive what debts weren’t paid
And create that not created or made
Calling, sing all the unsung songs
Once more kiss his wife’s lips
To cure bitterness of frost
Answer what was asked
Try unexplored paths
Warm frozen hands
Befriend a gnome
Get more sleep
Escape the bands
See the ocean foam
Release those confined
Write stories Romanesque
Return to his mother at home
Become a young, little boy scout
It begs.

Our Peace

Bree Apr 2014

Our Peace

For He is our peace
Made one new humanity
From the two of old.

Ephesians 2: 14-18: For he himself is our peace, who has made the two groups one and has destroyed the barrier, the dividing wall of hostility, by setting aside in his flesh the law with its commands and regulations. His purpose was to create in himself one new humanity out of the two, thus making peace, and in one body to reconcile both of them to God through the cross, by which he put to death their hostility. He came and preached peace to you who were far away and peace to those who were near. For through him we both have access to the Father by one Spirit.

Phoenix Wings

Bree Apr 2014

Phoenix Wings

Like angels it flies
Fire or wind? Breath and life.
Look up at the sun.

Ran Like Fire

Bree May 2014

Ran Like Fire

My ankles wobble,
And my legs tire,
But the strength
That they require
Was there, no doubt.
I am not a crier.
No, my horse,
He ran like fire.

- Me, after I dismount. xD