The Source of Life

She sits in class, staring at the clock.

Each second ticks by, a steady, constant rate.

Some seem to crawl by, while yet

others fly.

This is a time that will never return,

will never be re-lived,

will never again exist.

She goes through the motions of life:

school, homework, extra-curricular activities, repeat.

She laughs with her friends, and

she cries with her friends.

She eats too many sweets

and not enough veggies.

This is the life of a high school student.

Yet she feels so empty inside,

something missing from her heart.

She knows not what it is, but she

wonders if there is more to life.

More than sugar, more than school,

even more than friends...

Then she met a love as no other

love she'd felt before. This was

a friend who had died for her,

and then come back to save her.

His name: Abba, Father.

"I love you, Daddy," she cried.

Her many doubts shattered

as she drowned in this love,

only to come back

with more life in her than

she'd ever had before.

No more emptiness for her,

No more unsatisfactory feelings,

No more questioning the meaning of life.

He is life.

He is love.

He is hope.

He is friendship.

He is everything and more.

He is all the good this world as to offer.

He is the way,

He is the truth,

He is the life.

He is the reason I get out of bed in the morning.

He is the reason I smile at the "unpopular" kid at school.

He is the reason I treat my teachers like actual human beings.

He is the reason I hold the door open for elderly people.

He is the reason my heart shines through

the darkness of this world.

He is the reason I live.

08 Oct. 2009

Flash from the Past

A moment so fleeting-did it ever exist?

A young man talking, an older one chatting.

From dad to teen and back to dad,

all this I see, out of peripheal vision.

19 August 2009

Thoughts of Love

I'm lost in my thoughts of Love.

My mind wanders through the path of my new knowledge.

The path of overgrown brush and chaos-total confusion.

I fall to my knees, my head in my hands.

All I want is to understand this God-thing.

How could I have not known this before?

Why didn't someone tell me sooner?

Utter Amazement surrounds me as I imagine Christ.

His death on the cross, thinking of me, as he suffered.

Then, the glory the third day.

Oh this Love is so, so unbelievable.

I'm lost in my thoughts of Love.

16 July 2009

Creation

How can the sky be so blue

and the grass be so green?

how can it be,

that I sit here today

with all of humanity?

How can it be possible,

how can it be true?

There is only one answer,

yes only one way.

The answer I give

our Creator God:

designer of you and me,

constructor of Earth,

giver of Life,

author of eternity.

05 July 2009

Love is a band-aid

Love is a band-aid,

to cover up the pain.

Get lost in the love,

and start livin' life.

Love is a band-aid,

to cover up the scars,

and start over again.

Love is a band-aid,

to cover up the bruises,

that once hurt, but no longer do.

Love is a band-aid,

it makes everything alright.

Love is a band-aid,

so put it on tight.

14 May 2009

The Faceless Mask

This mask,
is permanent.
This mask,
is inevitable.

It can be happy.
It can be sad, or mad.
It can show frustration,
It can show any emotion.

But this mask,
is unfortunately the only face we see.
We do not see what lies underneath,
the truth that lies within.

This mask is worn,
with friends and family.
In public or in private,
even when you're by yourself.

When we were created,
this mask was too.
Our outer face,
known as our identity.

But when we were created,
so was our true face.
And this true face's name...
our soul.

Our soul,
our heart,
our mind,
Together; combined.

This is our true face.
Our true feelings,
our true life!
No one sees this face.

No one but God.
Whom he himself created,
this innermost face,
of which we hide.

The most known kid in school,
the leader of a country.
We may know their secrets,
but we don't know them.

We don't know what they feel.
We don't know what they believe.
If you don't know them,
do you at least know yourself?

Whether it be yes,
or it be no,
God does know you,
and he loves you much.

He created your face,
both of them.
So don't show the mask,
show who you truly are.

I had a good friend,
though I didn't know her well,
I knew her enough.
Yet what happened still blew me away.

Consciously you realize,
it can happen anytime, anywhere.
Even to your friends, family,
and yourself.

Sub-consciously,
you deny it.
It can't happen to me,
it won't affect my life.

Well it can and it did.
My mind has been opened,
and so have my eyes.
I matured so much in one night...

As you go on with life,
just know,
what you see may only be,
a mask.


14 Jan 2009

The Journey without shortcuts

The Journey traveled without shortcuts,
is a journey worth taking.
For "there are no shortcuts,
to any place worth going."(-Beverly Sills)

The destination does not matter,
but the Journey to it does.
For at the destination,
you will not learn anything.

You will not accomplish anything either.
On the Journey to it, however,
You learn many things,
and accomplish much.

On the Journey,
you learn. You learn that,
"We are not human beings on a spiritual journey,
but spiritual beings on a human journey."(-Pierre Teilhard de Chardin)

So travel hard,
and travel well.
Choose your companions wisely,
and leave everything behind.

Never look back,
always move forward.
For, "yesterday is history,
and history is miles away." (-Matthew West)

But never forget anything either,
learn all that you can,
and treasure the good times.
Then this Journey will be like no other.

This is the Journey,
of life.
Our life here on earth,
so don't take shortcuts.

This Journey won't be easy,
but you have a guide.
The guide will never leave your side,
and he will carry you through the rough terrain.

He loves you more than you will ever know,
and he gave you this Journey,
so travel it while holding his hand.
You are not alone.

So again,
never look back,
but don't forget either,
and don't stop.

Don't take any shortcuts,
run the whole race.
You are not alone,
on this Journey,
the Journey of Life.


13 Jan. 09

Just Livin' Life

The film is rolling,
the backdrop pleasing to the eye.

The actors acting,
going through the motions.

Laughing, crying,
fainting, and fearing.

Yet all for what?
Entertainment.

The movie premieres,
and movie stars are born.

Admired and Adored,
envied by all.

Fancy cars,
living in mansions.

They seem to have the life,
but they don't.

Act all you want,
but that's all it is, acting.

You can make love in bed,
with an acting partner.

But is that nearly as satisfying,
as a goodnight kiss to your spouse?

Enjoying life,
and all Earth's gifts.

Arguing pointless arguments,
with friends at lunch.

Getting frustrated over homework,
scrambling at the last minute.

Notre Dame trips,
just me and dad (and sometimes Trey)

These are the times I treasure,
this is the life I want.

So what will I do with this one wild and precious life I have?
Just live it.

Too many people are trying to be something they're not.
But they should stop comparing who they are to who they want to be.

Because if they do that,
than they too are just acting.

Too many people get caught up in their lives,
when really they just gotta relax, and enjoy what life they have.

They have to appreciate themselves,
and just be themselves in all situations.

After all,
an original is always better than a copy.

So don't be an actor starring in your own personal movie,
the movie of your life.

You only have one,
so don't act.

Live your life.
Just live it!!

12 Jan. 2009

Legacy

Need I not,
a memorial made of stone.
Of marble, glass,
or gold.

Need I not,
books written about me.
Of my great deeds,
or heroic antics.

Need I not,
to be known by man.
For working any job,
any job at all.

Need I not,
to be known.
For my intelligence,
nor my politics.

Need I not,
any of these things.
Want I not,
especially.

Need I,
to be known for living life.
Just living it,
having fun.

Need I not,
my name to be passed for generations.
Legends told to their children,
and then those children's children.

Need I not,
My name to even be thought of.
Need I not,
my name to be remembered.

I was just another human,
another soul on this earth.
A soul saved by God,
by his one and only son.

Need I,
to be remembered as a Christian.
A living sanctuary,
for our savior.

Want I,
to be known for my love for others.
The love I received from God,
and shared to all I met.

Need I,
this thing.
Want and Need, for me,
they are the same.

I want what I need,
and I need what I want.
My legacy,
"I am a Christian"


12 Jan. 09

Take Flight

I am a bird.

Feathers light as can be,
because I am so carefree.

Soaring through the air,
This feeling not so rare.

Diving fast,
having a blast.

Pulling out of the dive,
feeling so alive.

My friend is a bird.

Feathers heavy with weight,
so full of hate.

Struggling to fly,
as I pass them by.

Diving fast,
just to ignore the past.

Pulling out of the dive,
barely alive.

Yet what can I do as a friend,
but help them around the bend?

Give them a shove,
while showing them love.

I want to freely fly,
before I die.

However I went them with me,
both of us riding the wind, free.


12 Jan. 09

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Adoration.

Feel a devotion to your emotion.

Respect and admire them.

Give them strength when they are weak.

Cherish the time spent with them.

Treasure them and adore them.

Hold them tight and

be enchanted by their beauty.

Ignite the fire,

Love.

08 Jan. 2009

Collision

When cars collide,
both automobiles are demolished.

When people collide,
heads are hurt.

When warm and cold fronts collide,
storms occur.

When fists collide,
blood is shed.

When hearts collide,
love is born.

When hearts collide,
happiness is shown.

When hearts collide,
compassion is felt.

When hearts collide,
hatred dies.

When hearts collide,
friendships are made.

When hearts collide,
they come together.

When hearts collide,
they melt into one.

When hearts collide,
When hearts collide.

08 Jan. 2009

Seasons of Hope

Hope is a flower.
It may bloom in the springtime,
and all through summer.
But eventually it will die,
as the harsh conditions arrive.
Suffering through this time,
only the stem will stand.
Just like the flame,
of hope only flickers.
But springtime will come
as every year it does.
then the flower will be reborn,
and hope will return.


08 Jan. 2009