Love Journey

You stand by my side.

You laugh at the quirks of my personality,

not in a mean way,

but because you simply enjoy my presence.

You love me for me,

quirks and all.

It means the world to me,

as I’ve already told you.

But I don’t think you’ll ever understand

how God’s healing hand

reaches to me through you.

A walk on the beach,

a good morning text,

even a study session,

every thought that is of you

I cannot help but think again.

I want to spend so much time with you,

getting to know you more and more.

Who are you?

Where do you come from?

Why are you here?

What drew you to me?

What drew me to you?

Love is so much more than a feeling,

it is a journey.

I hope this journey takes us interesting places,

to help us learn and grow

in God

and in one another. 

Spring 2013

21 Aug. 2012

I can’t fathom God sending his kin

just to save this miserable skin.

But when He saw me He just had to grin,

because He knew of the romance about to begin.

I’m so full of sin

I can’t believe I’ll ever win.

Thank God, quite literally, that I don’t have to

for my life He has made anew.

This I know is true.

He sent Jesus His son

who permanently won

so I can believe that

It Is Done.

The old has gone

so someday I’ll be seeing God’s lawn,

but for now I can’t yawn,

because there is some serious work to be done.

I owe Him everything so I give Him my life

even in strife

because I remember what He went through in His life.

39 lashes,

gaping gashes,

nailed hands,

but still He stands,

continuing all God’s plans.

Carrying MY Cross.

A perfect man,

even over a 33 year span,

He lived to take my place,

grant me Grace,

and teach me to run the race.

After Him I will constantly chase

to help repair the pitiful case

of my sinful nature. 

21 Aug. 2012

Yearn to Inspire

I don’t get it, Lord.

I don’t get it, Lord.

What is it others see in me,

about who I am?

I guess I’m ignorant of your plan.

What you want me to do

is obscured from my view.

Yet others see in me a fire.

All I know is I yearn to inspire,

set all God’s people aflame,

burning with a passion for Your name.

16 Nov. 2012

Trees

The leaves in the trees rustled
and some of them tumbled
as they flew away
to freer days.

16 Aug. 2013

Loving Embrace melts away the Numbness

A simple embrace,
lacking haste.
Long and lasting,
Love surpassing:
An overwhelming feeling
beginning the healing
of abandoned scars
and catastrophic internal wars.
Conflicts left behind,
undealt with; waiting for us to find...
To confront and overcome,
to feel more than numb.
Numbness is what our culture teaches,
but are we listening to what our pastor preaches?
There's so much more,
let Jesus into your core,
and experience life you will,
for God is enough to fill
and melt away the numbness forever.


06 June 2012 (Revised 10 May 2013)

A Little Re-arragement, Perhaps?

Why make the choices that we do?
Completely out of the blue,
based on our worldview.

Are they significant?
Or merely convenient?
Are they changing us for the better or bringing about our demise?
Or are they merely re-arranging our lives?

29 June 2012

The Split

The dead, gray asphalt lay before her,
daring her muscles to tire.
The sound of a car working far too hard
lessened in her ears as it sped by, whilst
the silence crept closer.
Closer, that is,
Until the delight of God's creation chirped to her right.
Chirping, Chattering, and Chittering
made her muscles defy gravity, and made her smile.
A smile broken as an agonizing siren intruded to her left.
A long, straight road ahead and behind, split by a double yellow line.
God's creation as He intended, in perfect peace and living in love
Split
from the disquieting reality of sin in our world;
Split
by a well-traveled road, and
Split
within every Christian: The choice, daily of who to live for.
Yourself, or Christ.
We can choose the right or the left;
Choose Love.


13 Sept. 2011 (Revised 10 May 2013)

Unmasked Love

It's there, in all of us.
Love.
We were created because of it.
We were created for it.
Why, then, do so many
choose
to let it loose in little ways?
God lavishes it on His creation.
We, too, should unleash it upon
others
in our lives.
Unmask the deepness of love's emotion.
Let it shine through,
for it will make a world of difference.
It may even be the only light
in a person's dark world.
Don't hide your love for God
or the love you have for others.
Unmask it and let it
Pour
out on
God's People.


24 April 2013

Based on Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad (from perspective of a native)

They call me a savage,

They call me free.

But they put me in bondage,

shackled to their dreams.

They don’t understand

that I’m not inhumane,

I’m just different,

but still the same.

We are both of His image.

But what is image

when it comes to seeing?

For nobody perceives the same

reality.

And how can we say whose

reality is right?

Why is the white man

superior to us?

If we live primitively,

but we are happier,

don’t we live a greater life?

Yet enslave us they must

to accrue a vast wealth

but when they return to dust,

what of their lives can we tell?

Their money will sit there,

tempting new whites to

attempt to “retrieve” their share

Will this cycle ever end?

Though we are the ones in chains

I firmly believe that it is the

white man enslaved.


10 Apr. 2013

Dinner in the Caf

My friends are awesome,
even when they act dumb
since they make me laugh
while we're eating in the Caf.
As I was grabbing my dinner of fish,
Breanna found out I'm ticklish.
Canaan wants to marry Bieber,
but, hey, she's a dreamer.
Emily is throwing napkins
trying to score a "win."
Priscilla sits so calmly,
shaking her head at what she sees.
I sit writing this poem,
knowing that no one,
could love these dorks as much as I do. :-)


07 Feb. 2013

Still He Went On

The depth and intensity of Your emotional suffering was so great.

You knew what was before You:

Your best friends deserting You,

Your physical suffering,

Having to watch Your mother watch You die,

Feeling, for the first time in Your life, separation from God.

You knew what was before You

and You did it anyway,

even with the choice to run or fight.

The despair You must have felt…

Overpowering,

Permeating,

All-Consuming Your Entire Being.

All this You felt and still You went on.

Your trust in God gave You such emotional strength.

How, then, can I be so emotionally weak?

I’m afraid to share Your story

because I can’t anticipate an exact reaction.

I say I trust in God,

but do I really?

If I did I’d be more bold.

I’d never cease a prayerful thought,

I’d never care another’s judgment.

I’d never carve my own legacy.

I’d only serve to make Your legacy known.

I’d only serve to make Your legacy known.

What You did is so beyond my grasp to ever know,

but help me Lord,

help me make it known.

16 Oct. 2012 

Ohne Liebe (a 9/11 Memoir)

Ohne Liebe,
Ohne Liebe,
Ein Tag ohne Liebe ist ein trauriges Tag.
Liebe gibt Leben zu Leute.
Menschen ohne Liebe nehmen das Leben.
Zum Beispiel, Heute, vor elf Jahren.
Lebt genommen wurden.
Zwei Flugzeuge flogen, wo sie nicht sollten.
Dass kleine Akt war die Ende für viele Leben.

Wir alles uns fürchten allein zu sein.
Nicht alles Zeit,
Manchman wir brauchen allein zu sein.
Aber, Ich denke dass, niemand alles Zeit allein zu sein will.
Was, dann, muss Leute wer Familie oder Freuden verloren fühlen?
Sie sind mehr allein heute als dann. Geliebten Menschen wurden getötet.
Die Leute ohne Lieben haben sie getötet.
Warum?
Weil sie Liebe nicht haben.
Ohne Liebe,
Ohne Liebe,
Ein Tag ohne Liebe ist ein trauriges Tag.


11 Sept. 2012

Untitled

All day, I hear you sit and
complain
of growing older.
Complain of how your bones are beginning to creak.
Complain of how wrinkles are creasing your face.
Complain of gaining dead weight.
Well as you complain amongst your girlfriends, you
fail to realize I, too, am aging.
When you first brought me in your office I was young.
Polished, smooth.
I even had a glossy look to me.
But now, you don't even notice how you treat me.
You, yes, you, have imprinted wrinkles into my skin.
You have caused me to appear older than I am,
sound older than I am.
I creak and groan as you go about your day,
oblivious,
to the pain you've caused.
Well I won't tke it anymore missy.
I'm done taking your disrespect.
Without me, you'd be working on the floor.
Wihtout me, you'd look foolish among your coworkers.
Without me, you're nothing.
No job,
No money,
No reputation.
So stop treating me as trash.
Stop slamming things down.
Stop writing so hard you dent my skin.
Stop disrespecting me.
I was a gift, if you remember,
so is that why you treat me as you do?
Because you didn't have to pay for me
yourself?
If you keep this up, you soon will have to
pay
for something new
and they won't care for you
as I do.
Or, as I use to.
But since you starrted treating me this way,
I long for the day when you will pay
so I can leave to rest in peace.
Ah, rest.
That sounds so sweet to me ears.
No more banging, slamming, groaning, or
complaining.
Just peace.
Pure bliss.
Rest.
Silence.
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No longer am I young,
and so I care not to look as such.
Instead, I wear my battle scars with pride,
showing what I went through,
what I endured,
to become what I am today:
Something useful.
Something that helped this world.
Something that learned and grew from
Every scratch,
Every dent,
Every stain,
From both coffee and pen.
Something being made new.
I'd trade my beauty for wisdom
any day,
and that is what I have done.
Instead of complaining,
You, too, should appreciate
what you've become.
What you've become should always
Always
be better than who you were.
I can say that.
Can you?

05 Nov. 2012

Christmas Poem

One small child.
Come to take away the wild
desires of the flesh
and fetch
human souls
to burn like coal
and sustain the fire of God
working in this world.

One small child
come to live and die
but never lie
a sacrifice
to pay my price.

One small child
so tiny and small
allowing us to hear God's call.

One small child
held tight under
a mother's loving gaze
waiting to see what His days
would hold.

One small child.
Come to save the world.
Merry Christmas World,
Your Savior is born.

04 Dec. 2012