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Matthias Aug 2013
You are the ocean breeze
Gives breath to tired lungs
So soft and sweet you swirl the sea
Place troubled minds to ease
And protects from the scorching sun

You are the crystal sand
Between toes and there remain
If today I travel, trek, or trod
You hold fast no matter where I land
Fine and light like grounded grain

You are the water’s wave
So beautiful to watch thee
By God’s hand greatly, gently guided
Mesmerized I become a slave
Each thunderous crash I guarantee
You pull me further out to sea
You are the ocean breeze
- From Life Is But A Reflection
Matthias Aug 2013
The sunset is magnificent,
But brings sad feelings;
The close of a perfect day.
- From Life Is But A Reflection
Matthias Aug 2013
The initial hello of two strangers.
Followed by thoughts of something above.
Logic swallowed, and emotion's danger.
Results in what could be love.
The first is shock of finding
But then turmoil seems unending.
It's like a tree who needs wind,
For it's roots to be strengthened.
Thus, closer we grow.
- From Life Is But A Reflection
Matthias Aug 2013
You speak many words,
But don't say very much.
That mouth of yours
Moves at an incredible pace.

STOP, and SLOW!

Think of the time wasted.
Of the moments stolen,
From a coherent thought.
You must try to

STOP, and SLOW!

Let time birth new thinking,
And new thinking to change.
Oh, how much we change
without the cause for movement.

Stop, and Slow
Think,
Change,
Then move.
- From Life Is But A Reflection
Matthias Aug 2013
Life lessons are to be learned.
Not by the strong but the meek.
Seek and you shall find,
Knocking on life’s door will ensure its opening.
As told by the teacher, “Ask and you shall receive.”
Like the eye of the blind,
Who has a remnant of clay upon their brow.
Only now open to see the beauty all around.
Like the feet of the lame,
Who dance with joy upon the city’s street.
Out to meet the passerby’s, causing interest, and to preach.
Telling a story of a man
Who simply and sincerely expressed follow me.
Upon following Him, he grants the ability to see and dance,
And not just physically.
Helping us who know the story’s end,
To lend a helping hand.
Pulling another from the mire to inspire his own song and dance.
- From Life Is But A Reflection
Matthias Aug 2013
I am a tire;
My life, the road.
But you are the friction,
That slows my goals
- From Life Is But A Reflection
Matthias Aug 2013
Like a loosely fitted glove.
White with an embroidered rose.
You say you do, but I'm not quite sure you love.
The not knowing part, I guess is how it goes.
You stay on but not firm.
Enough to protect, but the warmth escapes in turn.
- From Life Is But A Reflection
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