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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.'"
Bree Apr 2014
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."
Bree Apr 2014
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.
Bree Apr 2014
She’s a broken heart
She’s a wounded soul
She’s an abstract art
But she’s fallen.
Bree Apr 2014
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.'"
Bree May 2014
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?
Bree Apr 2014
A child with dreams,
A teen with habits,
A man with trials,
A father with battles,
A grandfather with love.
Bree Apr 2014
She’s a mystery.
Auspiciously suspicious.
Cute little red-head.
Yeah. Auspiciously suspicious. v_v
Bree Jul 2014
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.
Bree Apr 2014
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.
Bree Apr 2014
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.
Bree Apr 2014
There’s that long, long line,
And that panic of “I’m late!”
Except there’s still time.
Forget traffic. Forget being late. Breathe. :)
Bree Apr 2014
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.
Bree Apr 2014
Ay, ay, ay, ce faci!
He says, every single time
It is his trademark.
Little Romanian dude. x)
Bree Apr 2014
Here I go
Tip toe
Into the kitchen
In the oven now
On my face
Is placed
A big huge grin
My thumb
Sneaks some
Batter – the last, I vow.
Yummm. x)
Bree Apr 2014
With deep compassion
He brings us back. Eternal
Kindness – this He gives.
Isaiah 54:4-8 ^_^
Bree Apr 2016
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.
Bree Apr 2014
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.
Bree Apr 2014
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."
Bree Apr 2014
Fear asks me, “What if?”
I tell fear, “What if I don’t?”
So then I do it.
Bree Apr 2014
Have you
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."
Bree Jun 2015
It rumbles and shakes
The very ground
And strength in
With every sound
And sure it
Flies along the ground
It runs, stepping
Without a fright
Tossing its head
Like my hero knight
Free to do anything
A star in the night
Huge, soft, warm,
My wise Storm.
Bree Apr 2014
“Go to sleep,” I say,
But does she listen? Never.
She’s still here, writing.
V_v You stubborn little thing.
Bree Apr 2014
Grandiloquent – Ha!
Such irony in one word!
And so fun to say.
Bree Apr 2014
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.
Bree Jun 2015
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.
Bree Feb 2015
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.
Bree Oct 2014
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?
Bree Nov 2014
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."
Bree Apr 2015
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.
Bree Jul 2014
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. ;)
Bree Apr 2014
Their smiles,
Their love,
Even though they have
Been hurt.
Bree Apr 2014
It was an innocent kiss
A simple, sweet, silver tease,
And a clever little message
Or sometimes just “Hershey’s.”
Bree Apr 2014
Such simplicity,
Yet still she says, “Analyze!”  
Forsooth! Lose the heart?
Bree Apr 2014
She was judged guilty,
His wife, sentenced to her death.
So he took her place.
The cross. Agape love.
Bree Apr 2014
Once put to shame, I –
Afraid, humiliated –
Was called back, redeemed.
Isaiah 54:4-8 ^_^
Bree Feb 2015
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.
Bree Apr 2014
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.
Bree Apr 2014
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.”
Bree Apr 2014
She’s the best at jigs
She gives "sour kisses," too
And she’s super fun. x)
Bree Nov 2014
Simple. Elegant.
It was pure and beautiful.
The black dress shimmered.
Bree Apr 2015
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.
Bree Apr 2014
Where’s the ocean’s heart?
Is it in the deep blue depths
Or the playful waves?
Bree Apr 2014
Red hot like anger?
Or white and burning like pain?
Forgive and restore.
Bree Jun 2015
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!
Bree Apr 2014
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.
Bree Apr 2014
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.
Bree Apr 2014
Like angels it flies
Fire or wind? Breath and life.
Look up at the sun.
Bree May 2014
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
Bree Jun 2015
So loving, now gone
To be with God in Heaven.
My grandpa’s birthday.
He died with different types of cancer. He'll forever be remembered and missed, but he's where he wanted to be - with God.
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