to be loved
is overrated
to be love
is sometimes difficult
to have love
is to have God
to experience love
is to be one with Him
poetry
“Candid Conversations”
sometimes people
don’t want to hear your heart
because they don’t know what to do with it
but most of the time
I simply want an ear
and maybe a hug
never be afraid
to listen to someone’s heart
because usually
God’s intervened
before the last word’s been
spoken
“Creating Love”
this picture decribes my marriage
the light you see is hope
I blindly fell in love with him from a distance
through God’s heart
so when I came to live with him face to face
my eyes were opened to see
we had nothing in common
nothing to talk about
he had no goals for the kids
and treated me unkind
so love wasn’t an issue
it just wasn’t there
yet I’m married
so I’m here
and the more I get to know him
how it hurts to be married
nothing in common
nothing to talk about
but I’m here
marriage counseling
effort
and faith
are what I’m using
to create a love
that might last through the dark
“Sheltered”
There’s a place
only I can go
A place deep inside
Where nothing else matters
Open space
All alone
Standing or sitting
Waiting
Everywhere sprouting up
Decisions
That need to be made
Each one has roots
Whatever I choose
Will grow
Which makes it difficult
So i wait
Open space
All alone
The hard part
Is coming back
“Chicken Pox”
I just don’t know where these moments of anger come from
maybe from marital disfunction
maybe from missing my kids
maybe from being in a place still new
as I walk
I see
as I see
I hear
as I hear
I listen
as I listen
I grow
yet these moments of anger still pant
from time to time
rarely voiced but always noticed
taken captive and made to bow
maybe that’s why I want to cry a lot
“Stillness”
sitting for an hour with God
makes all the difference in this world
total peace
total quiet
total faith
to carry me through
making a difference in this world
“Under Water”
As I’m drowning
I don’t hear You
I don’t see You
But I trust you
So I open my arms
In the midst
Sinking to the depths
Hair floating up
Air running out
As my naked body
Gently sinks
In the soaking power
Of Your love
And in this moment
I trust and believe
You’ll either pull me up
Or teach me to breathe
“Below The Surface”
i wish i didn’t care
about date nights
and laughter
about kids moving away
and spiritual connections
because
if i didn’t care
none of it would matter
and if none of it mattered
i’d never feel hurt
i wish i didn’t care
how my kids were treated
i wish i didn’t care
about heart conversations
i wish i didn’t care
about the past
my present
which future
but i do
which makes me weak
in the strongest way
“Damn! It Feels So Good To Write!”
isolating
from
my thoughts
leads
to desolation
so
my marriage is suffocating
my kids are split up
my passion feels empty
and my dreams seem made up
So What!
I should still
be able to write
and dance
to the rhythm of hope
my creativity
CAN’T be gone
motivation should still
be in reach
blindfolded
I’m not sure
of the direction
I should go
but if
I just lean on Him
I’ll make it for sure
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