Because of Him

I write when thought is provoked, when feelings are so strong they must be expressed. My words have been freed from their bondage. They now must explode out onto the paper, for what they have to say is true. Behind each story, each description, each observation is the action from the one above. His power exceeds all my expectations, his love fulfills my life. He encourages when I am weak, he provides when I am empty. Life without him is not life at all. Because of him I live, I love. May my life bring glory to God!

Just Enjoy the Moment

Wrapped in comfort the cool October breeze slips through the cracked window as the soft melody plays reminding you of a time of peace. A time when life seemed easy, a time when her hand so softly ran down your back, a time of enjoyment. As the song continues to play you become the cool nights breeze and spread across the room and out into reality. You find your way into lives that matter, to become your purpose, to allow those to hear the music and experience the joy, the peace.

Deep Inside

Its there again, the pain. It starts in the center of my chest and spreads across my body. A sharp discomfort that turns into a long lingering throb. I take a deep breath hoping it lasts long enough to prolong the returning pain. It's deep, like a cancer eating away at me. No one knows where it comes from or why its here,  many hypothesis on how to treat it, but none have succeeded. As the song continues it slips away, till next time.

Unraveling the Unchanged Heart

My mind is a battlefield it searches for meaning it searches for truth, for understanding, and most of all for its passion. The answers are unclear and the writing is vague. Although the search feels helpless at times comfort is found. Your image, your beautiful face appears and my heart is filled. This love can not be described. Many times words want to be spoken but fear and pride silence them. Although struggles occur, my love for you never changes, it never has since the night I told you.

Retrospect

It ends with my return home that night. Driving down the road the leftover rain spiderwebs down the front windshield. I step out and touch the wet pavement with my bare feet as I approach my car. As I lay on the couch I watch the late afternoon showers fall from the sky and mix with the sea breeze creating the feeling of serenity. The movie on the screen opens my mind, it reveals life's search for answers where answers can not be found, but are given. The guitar chords are strummed as two friends exchange words, advice, understanding for each struggle. The mid afternoon sun beats down on my striped body as the ground rumbles with each stride taken. Only one more mile left before I am congratulated with a high-five of encouragement. There is no beginning without an end, the end is the beginning that can't be discovered until the end is reached. 

The Door Home

The door opens I look around the table and see all the smiling faces, the faces look so so familiar, yet I have never seen them before. I am finally home, this wandering spirit has finally found his way home. The door opens again this time its you. Your beautiful eyes, your beautiful smile. Your arms wrap around me, you say hi without saying a word. You are my best friend, my true companion, my beautiful sunset, the one who will be there till I can go home.

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?