“Broken Yoke”

I understand the things of God
being one with Him
I get it
but to those who don’t know Him
it might not make sense
so to be unequally yoked
can be devastating

the conversation
the sense of humor
the priorities
the meaning of life
all different

to be one with light
is one thing
but to be one with darkness
is another

but there are some who make it

the honest
open minded
and willing
allow others to be
and encourage them along the way

if you’re with someone who’s high in spirits
they lift you up
but if you’re with someone who’s always quiet
they pull you down

the trick is
getting back up

“Different Places”

there’s a difference between

wanting to die
and
not wanting to live

I know
because I was there yesterday

oh how I want to write about it
but there’s an element of hiding
that can’t be seen

it’s not that I’m isolating
FROM any one
it’s that I’m isolating TO
the only One Who can help

but this process NEEDS
to be written
it just may need to be
the old-fashioned way

“The Waking Hour”

as I write
I feel
and as I feel
I write

not believing
what I feel
and not feeling
what I believe

even now
crying
not knowing where I am
not knowing where I’m going

I know there’s more
a deeper freedom residing
where I can be “me”
no matter who I’m around

that was the thing
to bring people joy
to change the atmosphere
and dream

but when every dream
becomes a nightmare
and every sleep
brings a disturbing dream

the problem lies in waking
not in sleeping

but there’s this Truth I know
woven into my heart
of being One with Him
and having hope

misery CAN’T be His plan
so I’ll fight where I stand
by letting Him lead
His way to goodness

“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

A Stroll in God’s Park

In the beginning, when I’d had it planned to move out here to Texas, I wasn’t interested in finding a church right away, but because of the difficult times during packing and the drive, I KNEW I needed to find like-minded people to be around and knew I’d be needing a church.

During that first week in Harlingen, I’d been SO close to sinking into a dark depression and knew I was in trouble, if I didn’t get out and about, so right away, I began going to church. Continue reading