we talked of god and the making.

the set was described, security lights
threw trees into shape and number, signs
that most things have a joy. there were
two hearts,

a space between.

it may be raining today.

Permanent boundary
A calming presence
Your constant resilient voice

Throughout my tireless journey

Whether it be
A mirage in the desert
To the lions den

From the deepest depths
Of my pits of despair
Your devotion to me

Has never wavered

Not for a moment
And sometimes I lose focus
On what’s truly right in front of me

Humbled in the most

Unexpected ways
Increasing gratitude as
I’ve battled the seven seas

Salvation came at a hefty price

Stubborn as A doorknob I am
Picking up sticks
Trying to build a fortress

I declare your inherent greatness

My calming in the eye
Of the most vicious storms
Life has

Challenged my faith

Yet no matter what
I have to trust in you
Completely without compromise

Warfare in a spiritual realm

In overwhelming numbers
Can bend a soul
And the mind can truly hamper

Your progress throw you for a loop

A broken will
May not stand
The test of time but you surly will

But I want my song

Sung loudly throughout eternity
From the top of my lungs
To outlast all my troubles and doubts

Wash away all my fears
And let your resilient strength
Shine upon me when I am at my WEAKEST

If God is the man
that gave me a smile,
and Mary is the moon
that watches over awhile-

then why did the angels
just float past,
wandering away
without a path-

So I pray, and I pray
for a God who will wait-
who will give me the time
for my chance to survive,

or hang on that cross,
and carry each sin-
as if my young heart,
was rotten within.  

I do not need man to tell me the truth
as if it was not man-
who stole my youth.

Leave me with hope.
and the pain of the past-
for I am not yours
to forgive anymore.

I was a poet, beyond all else
so when my body goes
and the pages wait  
know that this song
means more than the sun  
with every sentence
tied to the pain of this world

I was a poet, before I had met you
when the soften glow of
the morning light, flooded my mind
the poems would write themselves
each line shining brighter
then the next
so take my flaws
and sit with my faults
because I,
was a poet, before I was myself.

When you finally hold in your hands what you once begged God for, return to Him.
Don’t let pride steal the moment meant for gratitude.
Be humble, because this blessing is not a trophy of your own strength — it’s the fruit of His grace.

Don’t boast as if you carried yourself here alone.
The truth is, while you were asleep, God was working.
While you were worrying, He was making a way.
While you thought nothing was happening, He was moving mountains you couldn’t even see.
"He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus" (Philippians 1:6).

A lot can happen in the silence.
A lot can change when the season feels still.
God does His best work behind the scenes, and when the curtain finally opens, all He asks is that you remember who the Author is.

So when you receive the answer, bow your head before you lift your chin.
Thank Him before you tell the world.
Because blessings become dangerous when they make you forget the One who gave them.
"The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord" (Job 1:21).

When your prayer is finally answered, return to God.
Be humble, not boastful.
Because you didn’t get here by your own power — it was His hand guiding you every step.

Remember, a lot can happen while you’re asleep.
While you were resting, God was working.
While you were doubting, He was aligning every piece.
While you thought nothing was moving, He was making a way in places you didn’t even know existed.
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight" (Proverbs 3:5–6).

So don’t take the blessing and forget the Blesser.
Don’t wear the crown and forget the King who placed it on your head.
Because the same God who gave it to you in an instant can take it away just as quickly — not out of cruelty, but to remind you that the gift is never greater than the Giver.

Bow before you boast.
Praise before you post.
And let your gratitude be louder than your achievements.
"God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble" (James 4:6).
Because blessings are safest in the hands of the humble.

You know what I’ve realized?
Insults say more about the person giving them than the one receiving them.
They’re not just words — they’re windows into someone’s insecurity.
They can laugh, deny it, even swear they’re “just being honest.”
But deep inside, they know.
They know that the reason they’re throwing stones is because something in you reminds them of what they wish they could be.

It’s not really your flaws they see — it’s your strengths.
It’s the way you keep going when they gave up.
It’s the way you shine in places they’ve stayed in the shadows.
It’s the way you carry a confidence they never built.

And instead of working on themselves, they try to work on you —
by tearing you down, by chipping at your spirit,
by trying to convince you that you’re less than what you are.

But here’s the thing: their insults can’t rewrite your worth.
Their words can’t lower your value.
If anything, they’re proof you’re doing something worth noticing.

So let them talk.
Because while they’re busy revealing their insecurities,
you’ll be busy revealing your growth.
And nothing makes an insecure person more uncomfortable than someone who refuses to shrink just to make them feel tall.

Deuteronomy 31:6

"Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you."

Isaiah 41:10

"So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."

Philippians 1:6

"Being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."