Walking the dog one chilly night

Walking, walking,
just keep walking.
Through the cold,
through the wind,
through the never-ending storm.

The sun is setting,
lighting up the sky.
Fireworks of every shade,
splashing colors everywhere.

Hear the pitter patter
of her feet.
Feel her strain
on the leash.

Imagine running into,
the awesome pool of colors,
out of this desolate pit,
and Flying High.

Now she is running,
the leash slipping.
Let her go, let her free.
Doesn't she deserve it, as do we?

We must let go,
we must move on.
Walk, walk into,
the Sunny Night.


21 Nov. 2008

Nature

The rush of water flowing,
pouring over cliffs.

The reflection of the sun,
clearer than glass.

The water so pure,
seemingly straight from heaven.

The lush green all around,
trees towering above.

The scent of fresh outdoors,
drifting everywhere.

So alive,
this is my Utopia.


18 Nov. 2008

Why I Love Poetry

The way the words rhyme,
more beautiful than bells' chime.

Each writing a work of art,
reaches down and grabs hold of my heart.

The flow of words so sweet,
makes such a great treat.

How anyone can not treasure,
must have no sense in pleasure.

Oh poetry so divine,
go over the limits, reach past the line.

How do you make me express my emotions so easily?
You steal the words from me with efforts so measly.

You take from me what I hold captive,
secrets held inside, yet exposed I come alive.

You have healed me and opened my eyes,
the truth be told, no more lies!!

Now shine in your glory,
and over you no one will quarry,
that you are AMAZING!!!!



Sept. 2008

...Just a Cross?

A simple cross,
the symbol of our boss.
Just a plain old tree,
is all many see.

But there's so much more,
if you look into the core.
See the nails, feel his pain,
did he die in vain?

No! On that glorious third day,
he was risen, he is the way.
He holds the key,
to eternity.

That simple cross,
the devil's loss.
God's victory, God has won.
We must thank him and have fun.

For this life will pass by,
and then we will all die.
Joining God forever,
so act out now this endeavor.



19 Nov. 2008

What's in My Journal?

Memories. That's all I have.
Those precious moments, fleeting by.
Treasured forever, kept safe in my heart.
Times up at the cabin, before Grandpa got sick.
Times with my friends, birthday parties, movies, anything really.
The day I got my brown belt, my brother at my side.
The mission trip last summer, the best week of my life.
Last night, packing food, saving those kids' lives.
Throughout the years past, and for those to come.
What's in my Journal you ask?
All these and more.



06 Nov. 2008