“Trudging”

since leaving Lemon Grove
I’ve been oppressed
and let me tell you
the dark can get darker

along the road
many turned away
some remained silent
while others stood by

praying
hoping
holding
believing

many said
not to write
or at least
not out loud

but if they only knew
how many times
I held a pen
how many journals
were sent
and as I sat there
with pen in hand
only tears would
fall

when ink
becomes tears
pages become
warped

with every thing inside
I felt buried
with no where to express
parts died

but maybe they needed to
for other parts to live

when a forest burns
new life grows
because what once was shaded
now has light

to those who turned away
welcome back
to those who stayed
let’s move on
to those who were silent
I’m ready to listen

“Flush it Out”

so many people offended
by bathrooms
by prayer dates
as if we need a “day” to pray

look beyond the bathrooms
into the hearts
do you realize
people are changing into
who they want to be
because who they are
isn’t right to them

can you imagine
not loving yourself the way you are
so intently
that you have a surgery to change

finding identity in labels
gender
religion
addiction
label
after
label
instead of in Him

do you think Jesus died
for only those…
do you think He died
for everyone but…

oppression: mental pressure or distress
remember who the enemy is

look past the restroom
look past the calendar
and declare the victory
that’s been won

Clouds that Cover

Every once in awhile, my heart is an open book, yet my mind knows better, so I’m left with writing in code. This is one of those times.

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