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Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Love is Mine

Love is odd
Beautiful yet full of pain
Can fill you with joy
Then crush you
Love is hope
It is waiting
Seeking, finding moving
It slows time
Then speeds in fast forward
Slow motion pain
Roller coaster fast, rushes you forward
It seems to hinder ability to think
Keeps guessing... guessing
Love is complex
An array of emotion
Not one set feeling
Not even one set time
Quickly builds up
Then slowly eats away
Love is HARD
So easy to fall in love
Baby's first kick or first cry
Brings full on love
Then noun becomes verb
When love becomes action
Child who needs... love
Mother who LOVES... child
Give the love
Each moment in passing time
Love is HARD
Complex, it drives
Complex, it is unthinking
Renders thoughtless
Or selfish thought
It fills with care
To the one it loves
The one I love
The child held in mothers arms
The child held at arms lenghth
A mother who wants to hold once again
A love that holds on and on
To a child that yearns
Then struggles
Love is struggle
Love is hard
Love is mine
Love is mine
Love is mine for you
Beautiful yet full of pain
Can fill you with joy
Then crush you
Love is hope
It is waiting
Seeking, finding moving
It slows time
Then speeds in fast forward
Slow motion pain
Roller coaster fast, rushes you forward
It seems to hinder ability to think
Keeps guessing... guessing
Love is complex
An array of emotion
Not one set feeling
Not even one set time
Quickly builds up
Then slowly eats away
Love is HARD
So easy to fall in love
Baby's first kick or first cry
Brings full on love
Then noun becomes verb
When love becomes action
Child who needs... love
Mother who LOVES... child
Give the love
Each moment in passing time
Love is HARD
Complex, it drives
Complex, it is unthinking
Renders thoughtless
Or selfish thought
It fills with care
To the one it loves
The one I love
The child held in mothers arms
The child held at arms lenghth
A mother who wants to hold once again
A love that holds on and on
To a child that yearns
Then struggles
Love is struggle
Love is hard
Love is mine
Love is mine
Love is mine for you
Thursday, April 29, 2010
A prayer to a King
In all things Pray without ceasingHoping, waiting for God to hear my prayers
Giving to God each day my cares
What is there to do but wait?
When each day I seem unable to control my fate
Here Am I Lord, your servant in distress
Trying to pick up the pieces of this mess
What am I to do but wait on His wing?
When all is falling apart, His praises I still sing
All is lost and all is gained
Heart is still beating yet pained
What is this life for whom am I living?
For each pain His grace is giving
Feeling overwhelmed and so stressed
Knowing I am sheltered and blessed
This is how life goes sometimes
Created spotless life begrimes
Bruised but not broken
For me He has spoken
He holds me dear in His heart
No struggle in life can keep us apart
I know He holds my hand as I walk
Hears my prayers before I can talk
Holds me in His highest esteem
Cleanses me spotless restores my gleam
He keeps me through the struggles in life
Finds the joy that keeps me through the strife
Praise to a Savior, Praise to the King
In struggles and pain His praises I will still sing
(Amen)
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Mother

More pain creeps in her life,such distress
Only to help her I am lacking I confess
Time heals old wounds but brings in the new
Hurt is a dark tunnel to travel through
Everytime she hurts, my beautiful mother
Ready I stand to love her, she is a soul like none other
I hold her in my heart like a yellow rose
Lovely and gold, through her hardship she still glows
Oh to heal her hearts pain
Vessel of God, shining through the rain
Only to help her I am lacking I confess
Time heals old wounds but brings in the new
Hurt is a dark tunnel to travel through
Everytime she hurts, my beautiful mother
Ready I stand to love her, she is a soul like none other
I hold her in my heart like a yellow rose
Lovely and gold, through her hardship she still glows
Oh to heal her hearts pain
Vessel of God, shining through the rain
Even in hardship He makes hearts sing
Yes, my mother is entrusted to a King
Oh, this suffering, if only to wipe it away for evermore
Yes, my mother is entrusted to a King
Oh, this suffering, if only to wipe it away for evermore
Under the depths, as low as the ocean floor
Isn't that what Love is for?
Isn't that what Love is for?
Dragon Park

Breaking, breaking, wondering if it will shatter
Holding on by a thread that seems in tatters
Each day seems to bring new heartache
Longsuffering, not letting go for her own sake
A mystery is the best laid course
Ride in like the savior on the white horse
Save the day, redeem the forgotten girl
My plans slowly, painfully unfurl
Slay the dragon surrounding my princess
My sword has no direction so aimless
Unable to slay what I cannot see
My princess, inside herself so lonely
Sword in my hand
Ready to take my stand
My sword and my heart seem to fail
My stance seems in comparison too frail
Yet, I will somehow hold on through the perilous night
Until the day brings hope and shines its light
I will slay the enemy that holds her in distress
Save the hostage, free the princess
Image taken from: http://renazzle.blogspot.com/2009/06/sugar-free-disney-sleeping-beauty.html
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Letter to "Juliet"

"I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me! A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship. But it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the age of Men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you stand!"
In my heart I hold her dear
Yet her pain fills me with fear
I want to help her and ease her struggle
Yet I always seem to drop in this juggle
I feel stretched so thin
Hard to find the hurting girl within
She has her life, I have hopes
Strangers in sense, just learning the ropes
Wanting so badly to build confidence
Undo some heartache, return to innocence
I feel so stupid to help her even if she would let
She feels invincible her mind is set
I find myself grasping to find
A simple way to her heart and mind
Holding on to a girl who wants to let go
A shakespearean tragedy we are tossed to and fro
A way to love her to let her see?
She is part of my heart, a part of me
Oh, how her pain fills me with fear
Yet in my heart I hold her so dear
I will fight on for her life and love
And pray for some help to come from above
Saturday, April 17, 2010
The Kingdom of God
Is God's kingdom a beautiful forever?
Only to be seen when soul and body sever
When souls leave earth to become anew
And slip to heavens gates and ushered through
There singing God's praise for a thousand years
A radiating perfect God wipes all of our tears
Is God's kingdom seen in His smallest creation?
A tiny beating heart in mothers womb, her hearts elation?
God knitting in mothers womb, His promise of life
All the days ordained, yet even moments of strife
A new life God loves yet a mother would scorn
As He protects and nurtures a blessing is born
God's kingdom demonstrated with a life of servitude and praise When man lives to love Him all of his meager days
As God's creation tells of His amazing love
God inscribes names in the Book of Life above
Miracles occur and account of His glory
God's wonder shown in each life's story
God's kingdom was indeed not of this earth
And not on the cross with His last breath
King of the Jews inscribed as He waited to die
While few loyal below did lament and cry
His kingdom touches all above and below
It touches the sun rising and setting on the horizon
Even as night's death gives way to sun rising
A broken curse of death and sin
God's kingdom is also found there within
God's kingdom hopes not a soul should perish
Each one loved, each heart He does cherish
What is that one thing? That one lost sheep
That He holds close to His heart He does keep
Indeed God's kingdom touches all
Yet God desires not one should fall
It touches hearts and brings the lost home
Each one lost sheep nevermore should roam
Safe in God's arms at home with a King
A thousand more years His praises to sing
Only to be seen when soul and body sever
When souls leave earth to become anew
And slip to heavens gates and ushered through
There singing God's praise for a thousand years
A radiating perfect God wipes all of our tears
Is God's kingdom seen in His smallest creation?
A tiny beating heart in mothers womb, her hearts elation?
God knitting in mothers womb, His promise of life
All the days ordained, yet even moments of strife
A new life God loves yet a mother would scorn
As He protects and nurtures a blessing is born
God's kingdom demonstrated with a life of servitude and praise When man lives to love Him all of his meager days
As God's creation tells of His amazing love
God inscribes names in the Book of Life above
Miracles occur and account of His glory
God's wonder shown in each life's story
God's kingdom was indeed not of this earth
And not on the cross with His last breath
King of the Jews inscribed as He waited to die
While few loyal below did lament and cry
His kingdom touches all above and below
It touches the sun rising and setting on the horizon
Even as night's death gives way to sun rising
A broken curse of death and sin
God's kingdom is also found there within
God's kingdom hopes not a soul should perish
Each one loved, each heart He does cherish
What is that one thing? That one lost sheep
That He holds close to His heart He does keep
Indeed God's kingdom touches all
Yet God desires not one should fall
It touches hearts and brings the lost home
Each one lost sheep nevermore should roam
Safe in God's arms at home with a King
A thousand more years His praises to sing
Friday, April 16, 2010
Basket Case

Pitiful and dejected
Broken and rejected
Sad, twisted, unapproachable
Lost, wounded thoroughly reproachable
Spent, wasted, goals univested
Tossed and turned by life, unrested
Basket case without seen hope
Hanging on by a tattered thin rope
In this pitiful human condition
I find God's symphony a beautiful rendition
Bittersweet and aching heart open to God's plan
On my knees, my heart to Him I remand
He sees a perfect child, a sweet testimony
I see myself unworthy, unholy, a phony
Images of myself meet His perfect will
Slowly all of my emptiness he gently does fill
Basket case
With perfect seen hope in above
Hanging on
By the glorious promise of His love
Image taken from: http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/030504/mc-low-self-esteem.gif
114 Days Part III

How strange that I so lowly, so full of madness
That I may be used to serve a king?
A Savior who can turn sorrow to gladness
And heal my broken heart and make me sing
He fills the silence with sounds of praise
He waits
And loves me through time's ordained days
How many days have I yet for a time of living?
I know not of time but of this mission of giving
When all grief is put rightly in its remission
Every tear is wiped away
When ninety-one years is seemed to a day
And God's servant in 114 days fulfilled a lifetime mission
Is knowledge that humbles my weakened position
I hold on tightly to the promise of His love
And hope in faith of a reuniting above
Hold on in pain through life's bitter curves thrown
Wait for the promise of a life of seeds sown
Thursday, April 15, 2010
114 days Part II

One hundred and fourteen days
Of blessings abound
Ninety-one years
Silence is a deafening sound
No more baby crying
Death rattle haunts as a sound of dying
The quiet and dark absence of sounds
Brings fear in the storm moves my soul like thunder
And crashes like cymbals so sharply resounds
Earth vessels have been taken asunder
Human pain grips us and binds
It is in this time that God's love finds
And gives us strength to see through the rain
Wipes our tears and eases our pain
I am dark and withdrawn
Yet God is light and a melody to my song
A time of despair, a season of grief
Left with God's truth, my sole remaining belief
I shudder, I weep and this too shall pass
For only what's done for Christ will last
114 Days Part I
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Trees as Life Giving Mothers

"A tree is a wonderful living organism which gives shelter, food, warmth and protection to all living things. It even gives shade to those who wield an axe to cut it down" – Buddha.
A tree grows from a small lowly seed
A lowly seed to become a small reed
Then with time, water and sun
Becomes a tree with life begun
As time passes and seasons too
Blooms with green buds anew
Small green buds to become leaves
And as seasons change time grieves
Life so green and new becomes colors of orange and red
Beautiful yet dying falling to the ground as dead
Slowly the leaves become as ash
Life has come and gone in a flash
As a small reed it cannot provide shade
Air breathed as yet it was made
Later as a tall tree with small green buds
Children climb and play upon its branches
Climbing higher taking their chances
As leaves grow shade it humbly provides
While we are needful it gracefully abides
A tree is simple yet life giving verve
At each moment in time its purpose to serve
Only for each moment can its true purpose fulfill
As God's servant completing His will
Each simple hour one is given on earth with roots in Earthly soil
Is for each one to hold God's purpose and toil
Gifts we are given at certain times in our existence
Are that which we are accountable to give in prudence
Equipped for life and life giving esprit
That which we cede and blessing that comes from what we do not see
As we are planted as we should grow
New gifts and life giving blessing with each seed we sow
The author of this blog is the author of the above poem. I wrote that poem because of some family conflict. As ridiculous as it would be to anger with a tree for not shading you at a time when it is not able so it is ridiculous to be angry with others for not giving us things we want or need if they are just not capable of giving.
Image used from : http://www.johnlovett.com/trees5.jpg
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