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Elizabeth Novak Nov 2015
Sometimes the heart longs
for another home
the home where all the kindred souls  
it never met on this earth
gather beneath the stars
talking in meaningful conversation.
The home where the beautiful mingles with the eternal
And laughing and talking with Jesus,
there are no more tears, fear
or the  pain of rejection.
Only beauty and love in His presence,
washing us clean.
We go through life looking for this place
when all along, we know….
we were never meant for this world,  
and our souls long for our heavenly home.
  Oct 2014 Elizabeth Novak
bones
She's an alphabet artist
she paints in words,

from a palette of adjectives,
nouns and verbs,

the landscape she finds
in the folds of her mind

she exhibits in volumes of verse.
Elizabeth Novak Jul 2014
Tiny hands and blooming smiles
the innocence and trust of a child.
To be that young again,
pleased with the simplest of things.
Laughter and arms up lifted for a ride.
Content to be carried along
secure in your faith,
minuscule worries.
Elizabeth Novak Jul 2014
The way the sun filters
through the window,
switching over the dashboard
as we change directions.
Creating freckles on your skin.
The way it makes your hair glint
red,
spreading out to flicker in your
eyes.
Elizabeth Novak Jul 2014
The wind makes a funny
pattern along your skin,
swirling up to wrap
around your neck like a scarf.
Whipping around to tug at your ears.
Elizabeth Novak Jul 2014
Oh to dissolve into a soft night sky
while yet the sunset is on the horizon.
To be the first pinpricks
of light to appear.
Wishes freely given.
Oh to be dark clouds
against a darker blue.
Spreading out to touch
the upper atmosphere.
Elizabeth Novak Jul 2014
I have the feeling of being a stagnant pool,
watching life go on around me.
Waiting for some pebble
that never drops,
to spread ripples along my surface.
Don’t get me wrong,
I’m not unhappy,
I just feel that there
should be more to life then this…
I don’t know what.
I look back and I can’t say
I’ve accomplished much of anything.
I am not well know and have few friends.
I know I’m young,
but I am so aware of my life slipping away,
day by day.
Change affects me slowly and in small ways.
I can hardly perceive it,
waiting seems all I can do.
So I wait….for life.
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