it's been a while since I spoke here last
I know who I am and who I want to be
And it's all thanks to you

Hey! I would just like to say thank you for the views on my poems. It means a lot. It's my birthday today! Whoo hoo! 3/29!
I know this isn't a poem but...thank you. It is the best present ever

What is it, that really stops you,
from inviting Christ into your heart?
Are you afraid of the responsibilities
or opportunities that can be imparted?

Have you taken quality time to thank God,
for the many blessings you’ve received?
How do you describe your current lifestyle-
living victoriously or partially relieved?

Where are you placing your trust each day?
Do you posses false hope in World systems,
or Hope in the principles of The Holy Word?
Where are you searching for the valuable gems

that will sustain your entire, life journey?
Are you energized with a real, Christian verve
that motivates your ongoing actions of Faith,
from knowing The Lord, Whom you daily serve?

Before it’s too late, open your heart to Him.
Take personal stock, look back and thank Him.
Open your eyes, look around and serve Him.
Look ahead via His Spirit and trust… in Him.
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Author Notes

Inspired by:
Rev 3:20; Psa 95:2-3; Gal; 3:6-9; John 12:26;
Rom 1:18-20

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.

Thank darkness
Because it shows you light.

Thank sadness
Because it shows you mirth.

Thank sickness
Because it shows you health.

Thank death
Because it shows you life.

when it's 2 in the morning
and I cannot sleep again
I might as well think
which has made me worry

I never truly say
anything that deep or cheesy
but I love things like that
the little yet huge things

all the cheesy statements
that I seem to under-appreciate
but I really do love them
they're my favourite part of the day

though words on a small screen
are easy to read and write
I cannot properly express how much
something means to me in person

so allow me to say it now
it does mean so much
especially when it's 2 in the morning
and I cannot sleep, yet again

now that I've properly
read your card to me
and it is 2 in the morning
I must say

thank you

the card stated what
is almost impossible to say
my favourite was the back
you said I mean a lot

no really, thank you

it's impossible to put
into words how much
I care for you too
but I know poems are lame

but seriously, thanks

it means so much
that you took the time
to write that card
though I am slow

thank you so much

I don't appreciate things
when I first get them
it has to be 2 in the morning
for me to really think about them

I cannot say thanks enough

so really thank you
it's hard for me to say
how much I care for you
but it's easy at 2 in the morning

Sleeping in your jacket tonight

It's nice to think of myself going to sleep with your smell here beside me

It's nice to think of your arms wrapped around me, warming me up from the inside out

You won't ever be here with me, you won't ever lean over and whisper good morning to me, but you can always be here by giving me the strength I need to face tomorrow, and the strength to close my eyes

Thank you, for keeping me safe at night

For all the women in my family who have come before me.

I vow now
to give myself the space to be kind to myself when I am faced
with our family pattern of self-hate

I will not spit in my face and demolish myself
I will stand with forgiveness
dripping from my eyes

I vow now
to utilize the opportunity
I have been given
of being free from the burden of being molested or ***** as a child,
I vow to respect myself, share my body with this respect
give my partner this respect and dance
the life giving creation song       with a heart

fleshy and vulnerable
landscapes of plains and bayous rising up across my skin, my folds will nestle medicine gardens
Inside of my ears I will plant Ceder trees

I will step into my strength, into my power I will rise
like a hot air current moving from the land up to the sky to form storm clouds
in a system of elegant design

I recognize
with this mighty power comes the power to be gentler still
so whilst the storm plays her play, I will also maintain
the quivering softness of a spring stream
high up in the mountains green
long grass wildflowers
melt from within me

fragrance heavenly.

For all of us I vow
to live a life where I utilize the power I have inherited
and I thank you
with these actions,
I write your songs in my movements
Your strength, poise, grace, ambition and genius has not gone in vain
Your stories live on inside of my veins

with these words I call out to you.