Humble Endings

These are interesting days I live.

Strings of thoughts and feelings float and pass through this busy house.

I walk down the hall and can't help the feelings of my surroundings grow taller.

I shouldn't have had that drink. I can't seem to reach the door.

Light peers through the window and temporarily warms my hope with the sight of blue and white.

But there's nothing to hold on to for myself. Not these thoughts. Not these poor feelings.

So the thoughts and feelings will keep flying past me without a second glance.

I can only wait patiently with dreams of you.

My heart. My love.

The rose turns colorless before her presence,
As it drops from the losing of your senses.
You can only stand there as pearls drape the night canvas,
As she only stands there with a smile.
Your breath simply escapes to the night,
as time stands still with the beating of your heart.
You stand there cold,
stirring up words to describe the moment
but her touch simply floods a warmth into your life.
Only a smile is felt by you.

Tears of Heaven

She finally sparkles with his grace,
as the past and present collide in the midst of her eyes,
her heart finally opens to the beauty,
and is carried gently by a Father's love.
As tears capture the lover's dreams,
the flow of its path shows her tranquility,
and the beauty sheds her tear with hope.
The tear falls and cries out to the clouds
as the joys of heavens pour out its love,
soaking her with tears of devotion.

Past and Pending

There's a quiet voice inside everyone's heart,
often containing those wishful thoughts and regretful lies.
holding us back from the true reality of who we ought to be
or leaving us in an empty state of helplessness
similar to us trying to stop water with our bare hands.

Sometimes I can't help but listen,
as the idea of an alternate reality dances before my eyes,
the very same way red fall leaves dance with the winds.
The idea stops abruptly, quickly gasping for more life
as the last bit disappears before my heart's eyes.
As I have an everlasting flame kindling before me,
I can't help but dream of my possibilities.

The Nomad

There's a lot of thinking lately just haven't been able to follow through and lay it out on writing. But I wrote this awhile ago:

You teach me how to run,
as I am along your side.
I undress my worries
as you tell me of your deepest love for me.
You seem to know where we are going,
but I have yet to see the path,
I only have the slightest clue while following you.
So I'll keep on breathing,
I'll keep on chasing the winds
until we meet the seas.

Lost in Transitions

You stand there awkwardly,
no words come to mind.
You've lost your sense of reality,
claiming to be fully present with your eternal sunshine,
but I'm only seeing the empty half of you,
and longing for the fuller half of your love.

Your words lack of color,
as your inspirations are tangled in the vines of the world.
They try to suffocate your love with their violence
but your eyes sparkle in the light,
vibrant with a hidden complexity
that no one else can see,
but everyone can feel and is distraught by.

You float on with hunger,
as you are unsatisfied without change.

So you'll keep chasing after your love,

he will keep you up as a strong breeze,
so stay steady, my little kite.
Do not be afraid of tricks and risk.
He will be there to lift you up again,
if you only give him a chance,
if you will only look to him once more.

What it's really about....

It's not the fact that sin is the beginning. It's about that love is the end.

It's not about the flaws we hold, but the beauty we store.

It's not about a life of rules and good morals, but living a life without limits.

It's not about doing good deeds, but whether your heart can one day be the cause of those deeds.

It's not about a life we should not live. It's about a life we were made to live.

It's not about a life striving for perfection, but a life knowing we have perfection.

It's not just about learning. It's about growing and teaching.

It's not just learning how to stand, but learning how to fall and stand back up.

It's not the idea that hope is foolish. It's the idea that it can save.

It's not about religion. It's about our relationship with Him.

It's not about knowing we are not perfect. It's about knowing that we are redeemed...