a beautiful picture
woven by laughter
and joy
and love
but as each thread
runs out
it fades to black
and white
Poetry
“Shoulders”
influences
can be good or bad
angelic or demonic
can weigh the scale
of decisions
but at times
you won’t know
which influenced you
until after
the choice’s been made
which may be too late
the point past no return
still has a panoramic view
“De-Mentions”
it’s funny
what I’d vowed to God
I’ve let slip away
how I’d wanted to be treated
what I’d wanted for my kids
where I’d wanted us to live
I thought I’d listened
through God’s heart
but as I live through my choices
I stop and wonder
if what I valued is not there
was my trust in another
if this IS God’s heart
will it get better?
mental instability
emotional insecurity
spiritul immaturity
are tough to ignore
but as one who is love
I HAVE to believe
there is hope
“A Fence of Another”
some know who I am
others perceive
in a moment of a poem
what they see
but do they know?
how one takes thoughts captive
may be different from another
for me
my thoughts taken captive
can be found in a poem
never entering my heart
only leaving my mind
but because of
a fence
I’ve held back
because of concern
I’ve turned away
then where’re those thoughts
kept captive
but inside
now I no longer think
of what others may say
and if they really want to know
they’ll ask
for now
I’m writing
with my heart’s consent
and before long
my spirit’ll break through
free from my surroundings
free from my soul
free from a state of mind
which is meant to be changed
but my heart stays the same
perfectly ONE with Him
“Inside the Truth”
the beauty of love
is found in God’s heart
and only those there
will find it
there’s just no way to duplicate
His perfect love
no way to mask
something else
for its fruit will be known
by its awful taste
and the emptiness
known by its sight
“Passing Out”
words
are the
breath
of conversation
without
the words
there’s only
suffocation
“Cloudy, with a Chance of Rain”
the quiet
brings the storm
poem after poem
wave after wave
of tears
when will my spirit
break through my soul
and Lighten the words
of my heart
a mother weaning
a wife fading
as friends turn away
and worry
all that’s left
is You in my heart
sifting through chaos
to bring clarity
as a mother
as a wife
as a friend
to a child
to a husband
to a friend
if I follow God
who cares what man thinks
but if I follow man
what will follow me
“Aftermath”
does the grass feel
when it’s stepped on
does the flower feel
the weight of the wind
do the leaves feel
as they’re eaten away
does the tree feel the axe
as the branches are cut
and after weathering the storm
will they all look the same?
“Hurricane”
in the eye
of a storm
His whisper
is heard
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