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Bree Apr 2014
A shrill whistle calls
And a voice that warms my heart
Beckons me to come.
Redeemed.
Bree Apr 2014
Like cancer it spreads
Reaching, spreading, but still smooth
A perfect circle
Bree Nov 2014
Regret
Shame
This I cannot forget.

Healing
Hope
They're things I've been needing.

Rescued
Loved
From afar, He pursued.
Bree Apr 2014
“One thing a day, Bree,”
He says, “One thing that scares you.
It is good for you.”
Woohoo. First. ^_^
Bree Apr 2014
Advice: Give a goal.
Give a flaw. Give them a life.
But make it real hard.
The cruelty of authors. >x)
Bree Apr 2014
Something about that
Noisy juice box when you get
To the end of it…
Some're kids.
Bree Jan 2017
When pride doth rear its vile head
And flesh and bones it beguiles,
The black guilt pierces me, near dead
Then nothing, nothing do I feel.
Pride devouring me, and I it in return
Lapping at its bitter milk like a dog
Until that day when I then do burn.
Bree Apr 2014
It’s when I’m alone,
It’s when I let down my guard
And kick up my feet.
2 Timothy 2:22-24 -  Run from temptations that capture young people. Always do the right thing. Be faithful, loving, and easy to get along with. Worship with people whose hearts are pure. Stay away from stupid and senseless arguments. These only lead to trouble, and God’s servants must not be troublemakers. They must be kind to everyone, and they must be good teachers and very patient.
Bree Apr 2014
Kicked off my tennis shoe
Sat back in a white plastic chair
With a bit of gum to chew.
Then I closed my eyes,
And let my mind go free,
And I dreamed of the skies
In which grace was a color
More beautiful than ever,
And even the greatest scholar
Couldn’t understand, but
Just basked in its glorious
Light, praising the One for what
He had done to set us free.
It’s a color none can describe.
Bree May 2014
All I feel is the power,
The wind on my face
As I sit, towered
Above this place.
I feel the strength
Of his muscles as
They stretch leg’s length
And then once again – as
A drunk with his drinking–
He pulls the ground
Towards him, linking
Each stride to howling hound
As it calls up ahead.
His eagerness proves
What this horse was bred
For as his speed improves
And I find myself
Flying, floating, soaring,
As one finds oneself
When on a horse, exploring.
Bree Apr 2016
I leapt as far as I dare not
To do naught but prove wrong or right
Yet knowing not if what I sought  
Was truly the truth I ought to fight;
Who can know what really exists
Without that tug that so insists?
If there be such a like as doubt
There must be grains of faith about.

Without faith, there be doubt, but with,
There must be some belief inside.
Standing here, looking down the cliff
Walls, eyeing this gap so mightily wide,
On two feet must I stand, so sure;
As tall as the mustard seed did spur
So filled with courage and little pride –
Weight that sinketh, not make me glide

No lies can I then tell or then
Shall I fall – or not even step.
Courage must I have the day when
I try; no burdens then to schlep.
But try I must, for what indeed
Is life without our soul’s life’s need
For adventure and risk. Oh! How
Hard, though, to take the first step now.

No ground under my feet but what’s
Inside my soul; breast pounding hard;
Then mind and heart align; fear cuts
Its tie on me, and fall does my guard
I had so carefully mortared.
Now soars my hope like wizened bird.
Leap, for you cannot know ‘tis faith
Lest fruit of actions so saith.
Inspired by John Donne
Bree Apr 2014
Oh, close your eyes,
Can’t you hear the music?
Listen, it cries.  
But, no, you’re blind, blind, blind.
It beckons you,
A dream, a hope, alive.
Look at the view,
Can’t you see it, my son?
But now it’s gone,
Forever lost, lost, lost.
Bree Apr 2014
He is loving and
Therefore, He is just. He is
Holy, thus candid.
Bree Jun 2015
“I appoint you an official member
Of the greatest group (not club, mind you,
For we are better than all that nonsense),”
He said with a proud sniffle, “My good sir,
You are now a Busy Bee of BV.”
He leaned in close to the wide-eyed new boy.
“That’s short for Bumbles Ville – our secret fort.”
He straightened his ratted baseball cap, “See,”
He said with a smack of gum. “It’s not ‘bout
Bees ‘t all.” At this the new boy giggled.
A secret! How clever! “But what’s it ‘bout?”
The little boy asked, his voice squeaking out.
They grabbed a paper scroll marked “OFFICIAL!”
                We keep all secrets
                We may take small bets—
“There’s more notes on that at the bottom of
The page, see, right next to our initials,
‘Cause we couldn’t agree at first, and Jim
Here didn’t know what a bet was, you know.”
He didn’t know, but nodded. Then, “Dinner,”
He said at once, scamp’ring down the tree limb.
“We didn’t tell him what we’s ‘bout,” Jim moaned,
“Took his dog, too.” He glumly bowed his head.
Bree Apr 2014
I’m the whisper inside
That calls your name
I’m the whisper inside
That wants this fame
I’m the whisper inside
That pulls heartstrings
I’m the whisper inside
That can ruin even kings
I’m the whisper inside
That's named temptation.
Bree Feb 2015
I want to run back to you.
Hold me in your arms, dear God.
Help me believe it is true.
You’ve forgiven me, a fraud.
Bree Apr 2014
Testing the water, it’s hot and pleasant
Salty, but its waves will not overcome the ocean
For it is small and not quite in sight
It’s power is a mystery.

A box of grey and blue, cooing softly
Silver, but it cannot overcome the hawk
For it is small and like a man’s fright  
It’s feathers are a mystery.

Fluttering bows, bright and colorful
Fun, but it’s flight will not overcome a plane
For it’s small and like a star in the city tonight
It’s magic is a mystery.

But here is a thing, not one described
Powerful, and it overcomes all but the deaf
For it is both small and large, it does excite
To the deaf, a mystery.

Here’s one more, one of five together
Complex, and it overcomes all but the blind
For it’s both wide and near, a strange might
To the blind, a mystery.

It creates an appetite, it can be unpleasant
Indescribable, and it overcomes only taste
For it’s none too large, and not hard to write
To the sick a mystery.

One to go with that, something to crave
Sweet, and it overcomes an appetite
For it’s more than hunger, a thing of delight
To many, a mystery.

Warm or cold, skin to skin it can be
Inviting, and it overcomes weak-wills
For it’s always there, a strange, quiet plight
To the dead, a mystery.

This is not one of five, but a sixth
Confusing, and overcomes even great scholars
For it’s vast as the ocean, something to write
To everyone, a mystery.

Great heart.
Bree Apr 2014
Wake up! Wake up!
It’s time to dream, child.
Here’s your cup,
Now take a sip, my dear.

It’s time to create
No matter what they
Say about your fate
Only One knows, beloved.

It’s time to be,
Be all that you can
And plant that tree
Because you are His.

It’s time, love, to
Run this race. Run hard,
Seek what’s true.
This isn’t about you, child.

It’s time to give all
That you have got
And to take the fall
For someone else.

It’s time, you know,
Because you’re free
Truth in hand, go show
Love to your enemies.
Bree Apr 2014
You feel your arms burn,
And you think you might give up
But He gives you strength.
Bree Jul 2014
Daddy, tell me what your love language is,
So that I can say, “I love you,” just right.
I’ll hug you before you leave for work each day,
Quality time? I won’t let you out of my sight.
Or do I just have to tell you the words?
If so, I’ll tell you every morning when we eat.
Do you like gifts? I’ll make you something.
Is it acts of service? Like making the house neat?
If so, let me find a brush and I’ll clean that tub.
Just know that I love you, Daddy. I love you.
Bree Apr 2014
It’s that agape
Love that brings this world
Together again
Bree Apr 2014
It’s not knowledge,
But it is with knowledge
It’s not quite experience,
For that is something else
Good judgment perhaps?
But, no, that’s only a part.

Sensibility and insight
Learned and alert
How can I know this myself?
If not knowledge, what?
Is it some sacred art?

Knowledge I can have
But wisdom still lack
I pray that I might perceive
What this word itself
Means, but also for some keen
Understanding in my heart.

I pray that I might have
This thing called wisdom
So that I might not have
Just another notch on my belt
But that I could learn to be
A true child of God, told apart.
Something more.
Bree May 2014
First you ask the question:
Who is my hero? Do I know?
Then I must mention,
What do they want?
What of this challenge
Is there to daunt?
How, then, is he or she
Pursuing this goal?
What is their heart’s key?
What are the stakes?
And to get to this goal,
Will he or she do what it takes?
Do they reach the goal?
And if not, what will
Happen if this goal
Is not reached?
What if their mission
Is suddenly breached?
Also, we must add
Will they stay focused?
If indeed the goal had
Been reached, is it
After all what they truly
Wanted, or must they admit
Their goal was wrong?
Will the hero’s goal become more focused as the story progresses? If so, how and why? Does this “redirected” goal make sense with what he or she thought he or she wanted at the outset? So many questions...
Bree Jul 2014
With a greater hope,
Live life fearlessly.
May you serve Him forever.
Bree Apr 2014
You may grieve, for he brags of that which is not his
You may pity, for he turns from the ways of God
You may pray, for his tongue speaks lies and vanity
You may remind, for he says God has forgotten me.

You may serve, for you are faithful and humble
You may forgive, for you know you are forgiven
You may cheer, for you see God hears your cries
You may stand, for you have been set free.  

You may love.
Inspired from Psalm 10.

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