Eyes of Beauty

In a world of utter confusion you were always there. I can listen to the words of the song and feel the comfort of the soft melody, I can see your eyes looking out towards me. They awe me with beauty like if it was seen for the first time, they erase my fears and shine out a light of joy, they allow me to lead, they allow me to fail. Oh how I have caused you so much pain, how I have caused tears to fall from those beautiful eyes.  You have never left me, you are always there, your faithfulness amazes me. 

A Mid Afternoon Reflection

Leave behind this lonely town, your better then this, its not worth being so down. Go ahead set yourself free. "The man who thinks he knows something does not yet know as he ought to know. But the man who loves God is know by God." When you finally get there, when you finally get home, it feels so good, so good to not be alone. Just remember you must tend to it, for it to really grow. As you look around outside this garden you see a land  full of broken friendships and it reminds you, You have survived.

Answer Me

Drip by drip the rain spills on the hardened cement, my eyes begin to get heavy as I peer out the window. Please don't leave me now, I am to weak to carry on. As the rain picks up the days burden presses down on my shoulders, how much more can I hold. Please keep holding on to me I plea. His response is clear, "For he who was a slave when he was called by the Lord is the Lord's freedom."

The Path Less Traveled

Do you have it in you, to conquer fear, to stop believing what they tell you, or are you just going to live in it. I had to lose everything/everyone, to understand that I don't need it, only now I can tell. I believe that your not just conjured up, I know it, I feel it. You make it dry when its raining outside, you warm my blood when the temperature dies, Your my crutch when it's all to hard to bear. Without you here I could not be anywhere.

A Memory in the Wind

An eclectic mix of people crowd around the pavilion.  I see her on the outskirts, she leans against the stone building, the sun illuminates her skin as the wind brushes softly against the cotton skirt she wears. She reminds me of the past, a past relationship, a past adventure, a night when the stars never looked so clear. What was once crowded is now empty. I sit and enjoy the day as the wind shakes the leaves of the trees, I sit and listen, I observe, and now I move on.

Stop Don't Let It Pass By

Each day each moment has its meaning, stop and listen. The dust accumulates on the baseboard as they move behind the counter supplying the demand that has been established. The tiles are cracked and the walls an erie mustard yellow. I have come here to listen, yet my pen is called to write in hopes that this moment may not be lost. As ordinary as this moment appears from the outside it carries a peace that eases its way through my body, it tip toes its way into my soul to say, this is it. It is this simple.

Complications of Simplicity

The confusion has once again set in. I sit here and ponder how this has once again happened. The winds of freedom have left me, I am enslaved to my own body. The spiral has a downward decent leading to destruction and unhappiness. The impatience of not knowing is what has taken me here, life's simple plan doesn't feel so simple anymore. As much as I want it to, enlightenment can not be forced, but comes with patience and obedience to the one who knows. Let me trust in your plan, let your wings of freedom lift me up, break away these chains of bondage, allow me to live the simple life again.