While There Is Still Something Left

The great fatigue that has set in
Is like the weight of many wars
Let there be peace.

Why

How can I leave the dark
If I fear the light will not accept me?
How can I be holy
If the righteous do not offer shelter?
How can I believe in God
If I still think he’s out to get me?
How can I trust
When I do not trust?
Even a vision of beauty as such
Becomes a fearsome cruel sharp knife
And plunged into my heart again
I do not see the grace and truth
And after all,
Why would there be a place for me in this world
Why would another forgive me?

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Unknown

I guess you have a point
I mean you’re right it’s true
The things we do not know today
Are a bit scary.

But sometimes knowing makes me sad
And I used to explore
And hope and dream and try new things
Every day I left my door.

Don’t be scared oh precious one
You are worth so many birds
And you were made for weighty things
I feel it in my bones.

A Moment’s Peace

I love the winters best
The cold upon my skin
The air is crisp and quiet
As the snowflakes fall.

Peace

Peace is elusive on some warm nights
Fires that burn demand immediate perspective
Gentle breezes can mislead.

Lest I Take for Granted

To drink your coffee in peace
This is the blessing of God
May I not despise.

The Morning Perspective

There are days with sun like silk
That open you to things unknown
And people who are wholly built
To change the way you see the world.

Nothing falls quite so far
And rises once again
As a man who’s chased a star
And come out at the end.

Lifting up with gentle song
The singing birds in chorus sing
And if you want to sing along
Maybe that is just the thing.

Blind to See

I feel the weight upon my soul
That presses down with abject fear
And all the people telling me
There is only peace right here.