3.29.2009

Reality

going along with the way everyone else wants the world.
In danger of slide back to where I came,
Contemplating how I would have the world run,
Comparing this to reality I find myself on the losing end.
Change is possible, but it would take someone besides me,
To bring the world's attention to reality and its disfigurement.

3.25.2009

If you find me hiding in a corner,
Come right on over even just to say hello.
But keep in mind I don't always say just what I'm thinking.
Perhaps I'm hiding there because I'm mad at the world,
Maybe I'm simply enjoying watching the world go by.
My silent reflection might be because of busy thoughts,
Or even a flood of painful emotions.
The possibility remains,
I could be simply a little lonely.
So go ahead and give a pleasant greeting.
I just don't know and I can't seem to hear you, so you might have to speak a little louder and knock a little harder, 'cause I just don't know, and I can't seem to hear you.

3.24.2009

Praying for a Miracle

Struck in the face with my own inability.
Why do you show me things that I can not change?
They stir up within me questions to pounder.
The answers that I have difficulty discovering,
Seem to be hidden in some strange kind of fog.
My seeking and reasoning is blind wondering.
In days gone by even I in my helplessness,
Have stood watching Your Spirit's action.
Now all I can do is to pray.
Lord, I ask for You to do it again.
Let me see another beautiful miracle.

3.22.2009

Worry just doesn't become you.
Why let times and trails define who you are?

3.21.2009

The Value of Work

Working as hard as the day is long,
Having tasks to be done,
And ability to complete it,
For each these blessings I thank the Lord.

Falling in bed thus ending my day,
A whispered prayer of hope,
For safety and another new day,
Turning on the clock I close my eyes.

Worn out from laboring and striving,
Bid to appreciate,
A well needed rest which surely holds,
More desired than slothful idleness .

3.16.2009

Time is coming around again; Sneaking past in his odd way.

The passing of day shares the same feeling,
as being tapped on the shoulder,
and upon turning around,
you find no one standing anywhere near.

When you find the now in time,
Amazingly perfect,
All you want is this bit of space.
You wish your life path would keep heading,
the same direction,
But we all know the turn ahead,
Is looming in our destiny.

Taking life piece by piece,
Stumbling on a gap in the present,
trying to find the best way to use,
the moments I now possess.

3.13.2009

Seeking Time; Finding Place

I look at busy lives all around me.
I wonder how they like the way they're living.
Standing in a world seemingly all alone
I like the way I find my life.
Simple and quiet.
I don't feel the rush dragging me along,
But I see so many who succumb to business.

What needs to be done, indeed needs to be done,
But take a moment to find and enjoy.
The quiet stillness of borrowed nothingness.

3.11.2009

I feel so insignificant.
I am so inadequate.
I watch humanity
And I see people capable,
Of changing the world.
My flaws and imperfections,
Seem blatantly obvious.

3.10.2009

Helpless Joy

Why is my life so bright and beautiful?
I walk alone this cheerful morning,
As I am reflecting in my mind.
I know so many people with so many troubles.
I look around at my life and it seems,
As if it were filled with golden beams.
Why is my life perfect,
And those in my world struggling to live theirs?
I feel like a hypocrite being so happy and content.
May be the good Lord doesn't think,
That I can handle the stress and the pain.
Or maybe He loves me in some miraculous way.
He shelters me, hides me, and protects me.
In this way shows His love for me.
It's not that I am complaining.
I just feel so helpless.

3.09.2009

So many questions that I don't understand
I'm not sure of what I ought to do,
I keep on living in the same way.
Should I be chasing after answers,
Instead reflecting about questions?
I don't think I've got it right,
But am unsure of how to make it
The way it ought to be.

3.06.2009

Rebuking My Silent Mind

When I wish it to speak,
It remains still.
When I want the silence,
It refuses to be quite.

Unsure of what to do,
I try to make it bend to my rule,
Once again my will is defied,
Challenged by the workings of my mind,
My insistence remains ignored.

All my persuasion is of no worth,
If only it would obey my degree.
Why can not I be subject to myself?

This anger inside of me,
Seeks an outlet for its frustration.
Instead, it is my turn to ignore.
I push it aside and say,
"It is irrelevant."

3.02.2009

When moments like these come along,
And all I can see of the world is amiable and satisfactory.
The tranquility I feel is a rare appearance,
Of a hidden suitability.
When the disagreeable predicaments,
In some magical fashion all slide way,
These isolated instances of divine favor,
Are blessed opportunities.
I wish I could often choose to rest in their offered peace.