Blessed Be

Sometimes it seems
In all the swirling light
With pedals and scents of roses
Somehow we miss delight.

Somehow it goes
That in the work so pure
With all the progress made
Our hearts are still not sure.

Somehow I dream
Despite the aching pain
And all the death that falls around
My heart returns again.


Fruit Trees and Dreaming

I once was lost in my own world
But then a hand reached down and grabbed
And now I’m waking to the real
And yes, it’s even worse.

I tried to hide from all the pain
And it did not achieve my goal
And now I’m waking to the real
And nothing feels quite whole.

I read the bible every day
And in the book I see them shout
And they, awake, unto the real
Make their feelings known.

But Abraham seems far away
And Lot so flawed that I can’t help
Thinking he would not care for me
My problems seem so small.

Small problems are what took my heart
And made it numb as it can be
And now I’m waking to the real
And it’s too bright to see.

Evil waits on every page
And God is not afraid
Waking up now to the real
I see He’s set the stage.

Life Failures In Reflection

I don’t believe in myself
And that is probably wise
Although most who would disagree would also
not take those words so seriously.

I wonder at little
Which makes me very sad
because I have that kind of soul
that just wants to explore.

I don’t dance enough
or hug
and probably should say thank you more
but really, I should start with obedience.

It was never promised that right and good
would be easy at all
and I was indeed warned
that it would hurt.

Searching Yet Never Finding

When storms come I rarely see mercy
And I think that I have been left behind
I say,
“I do not hear the voice of God.”
and so I continue a slave.

When whispers come to me
in the darkest of nights
I say to myself,
“I cannot see God or the edge.”
and I give in to the waves as they come.

If in this trial by life
I were to see His face
I think I would not recognize it
and would go my own way on.