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.

Where I am Free

I close my eyes. I find myself on top of a great mountain, I walk to its furtherest edge and look outward. This is my peace, my solitude, here is where I wait to be spoken to. I can feel it, he's all around me. I reach out the peace falls down onto my outstretched arms. I open my eyes, I am back in bed now. 

Trying to Understand

My heart speaks and says, "I believe I am falling in love with you forever." My mind questions my heart and says, "Is this love permanent or a temporary feeling? and what is the difference?" As a person I am constantly changing, even when I think I am satisfied with who I am or where I am at, I am still changing. Change reveals that I am not perfect. Therefore for me to express a permanent love, seems impossible. I must learn to accept my imperfections and seek the one who has never changed, the only one who can give the purest form of love, a permanent love. 

Making a Decision

The pounding of the drums continues, its my heart beating ever so loudly. I am not going to waste this time, this light that burns will keep on fading, I am not going to jump off this ride, I'll hold on so I feel alive. I used to ask myself if you missed me where you are, I used to make plans to be with you.  I had to figure out what to do because all of this became unglued. Now that the nights are finally getting warm again, since I let you go, you reappear into my life and I let you in. Everything you are saying sounds so right tonight. The waves are crashing on and on, these forces are driving me to test the speed of light, Are we right?

An Answer

The wedding begins, I watch intently. As I sit in the back pew of the church I can't help but think of you. It was always you. I picture you as you approach me, walking down the narrow isle. Our eyes meet, a gaze that can't be broken. You wink, it causes my soul to smile. It has always been you and this I know with all my heart, his words from above whisper down and have given me the answer.

Reunited

A firm grip a quick hug, I arrive, they rise. Years have passed, but we reunite as if gone for just a week. Nothing has changed, yet everything has. I am home, if i can even call it that anymore. I've been gone for so long. The streets have changed, the house I once entered everyday now has a new door, a new occupant. I rise from the table in the corner, as I pull out my chair I survey the room. I search for the words, I begin to feel my voice tremble as I speak I try to capture this moment of time and reunite it with the past before it leaves us as life does, passing us by without warning.

The Peaceful Warrior

In the back room past the young girl humming the tune as she strokes so gently the keys on the piano, lies the peaceful warrior. He is called a peaceful warrior because the battles he fights are found on the inside. Knowing he was created for more, he searches for significance, while battling his inward addictions. He ceases to give up on what he loves, he finds the love in what he does.

Life Carries On

A young woman's husband is gunned down outside his home for no reason. She is left alone to work 3 jobs in order to raise her 3 young boys. She will never again be able to return to the house her husband built. An old man lies in a hospital bed after suffering a massive stroke. Not only one month prior the same stroke took his wife's life, he doesn't know if he has any strength left or if he even wants to live anymore. A young girl with her life's story painted down her arm leaves the parking garage, she slips her sunglasses on to cover the tears that leave her eyes. This is life it is all around us, why must it cause us to grieve? 

Listen Closely

I sit alone at the table and look out the window, the sun beats down on the pavement as the cars storm by not missing a beat to the song played over the coffee shop speakers... The way you laugh, the way you cry, the way that you smile without meaning to. The way you look me in the eye, I think about it all the time. The night we met the words we exchanged, you didn't know I was watching you, waiting for an excuse to approach you. Your eyes have always felt so familiar, those of an angels. I think about it all the time. It wasn't supposed to happen this way, I shouldn't be writing these words, you shouldn't be reading them over and over each day, but I just can't keep my mind off you no matter how hard I try. Your not a thought that comes and goes, your more then a dream or fantasy. Where will it lead? Love only knows. But I think about it all the time. This wasn't supposed to happen this way, Im just a man, a man that is desperately in love with you.

Sin and Her Deceptive Ways

How does it happen? Why does it bring us down? Why does she grip us so tightly, suffocating my every breath, closing the walls in around me, deceiving me into acting on what I know is not right. Sin is like a thief in the night, she breaks into your life and robs you of your freedom without warning. She's like a parasite that borrows into your flesh, you often forget that she's there, but every now and then she comes to the surface to feed, to suck the life out of you. Years ago the sin entered, she deceived me making me think that she was something special, something that I needed. She provided me with this feeling of euphoria, that was always short lived. She knew when I am weak, she knows when I am frustrated, she whispers every so softly and touches me gently, she stole from me. I can not retrieve what has been lost. I am only left with a choice, each action made will either feed or fight this sin. The decision is easy, she must be destroyed.

Just Love Her

What is Love? An intense closeness, really sharing things with someone, hard things, silly things. Knowing what is important to the other person, loving that person more then yourself, being happy simply because they are happy. Their outward smile causes you to smile inward. A sacrifice to them is not a sacrifice at all but a gift that is enjoyed by you when given. Love is to know everything about them, to share their struggles, their pain, their joy. Love is wanting to spend the last day of your life with them. It is all said in the complicated, overused, yet simple phrase, "I love you." I loved you from the first day I met you, I love you because you taught me what love is, you taught me how to love, you taught me that I don't have to be afraid of love. Not even death can put an end to Love.

Only at the Movies

I look to my right, there she is. Her deep brown eyes stare up into mine, the kind of stare that comforts, that would captivate any young mans heart. Her arm brushes against mine, I draw closer. She leans in to whisper, she speaks with a voice unmatched in its beauty and I reply. She smiles. A guy like me a girl like her it would never work out, but just for this moment if only for a second in time there is no where else I would rather be.

Travelers

They pile in with their bags and blankets. The seven have come a long way, each from a different place, each with a different past, but all sharing the same purpose. These brave young souls have come to share a message, they are here to refute those who have told you, "this is the way you are", those so called friends that say, "give in cause this is the way you are there can be no change." Their stay is brief, they must make haste, the world is waiting. People are waiting to hear the truth, Lives will be changed.

Late One Night

Down a lonely street late at night or early in the morning depending on how you look at it, lies a place half covered, half facing the moon. In this place music surrounds you. Amidst the music you can find her, a girl dancing. The dancing brings her to life, with each move, each turn, her long blonde hair illuminates the room, her soft brown eyes call out to you. She is dancing with no one, yet she is dancing with everyone. The music captures her heart and spreads it to all around her, it is her passion, her love, it is what takes the pain away.