i am
            nothing more
          than a
              mighty oak
                 gradually
          awakening from
              a winter's
                slumber

Love not
because you
"have to"
-
love because
it overflows
from your heart

The air
around you
will no longer
feel heavy
but rather;

from anvils
and albatrosses

to feathers
and butterflies
will life's
winds prevail

Allow love
to be
that
gentle breeze
in your
sail

with you

as

my canvas;

i prefer to

paint

by

#number#

the pictures
of her
may have
only been
still photos
but;

they have
always
moved me
emotionally.

I'm a man,

a fatally
flawed man.

A man
unworthy,

I'm just
a man.

I exhaust
myself
most days
trying to
be worthy.

But Jesus,
is
exclusively
worthy
of my
weariness.

My exhaustion
at day's end
reminds me
how I fight,

how I
struggle to
be worthy.

At day's end,
I will
always be
a flawed man,

a fatally
flawed man.

And...

I will
awaken
once more
as the
sunrises with
His grace and,
I will
exhaust myself
again,

until my
last breath...

and I can
no longer
fight to make
sure that,
I am worthy
to stand
before
Him.

Đaviđ
will always
chase after
God's heart.

tonight's
gentle air
left me
feeling
nostalgic

yesterday's
emotions with
hint of
pure magic

streetlights
casting
shadows
of what was
once
just there

a breeze
that brings a
memory of her
aromatic hair

I live
and hide
behind,
and inside
the words
of my
poetry.

I'm only
seen when
I want
to be
seen.