Category: Love

Meet Me At The Tree Line

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Meet me at the tree line
Where there is no intrusion from Your light
Where there are no shadows to hide from your outstretched sun rays that warm my bare skin as if I am wrapped into Your all-consuming embrace

Meet me at the tree line
Where I stand in self-sacrificing victory
Where my feet happily rest on a treacherous mountain of cracked relational rocks, self deprecating debris, and tear-soaked mud

Meet me at the tree line
Where my exhausted voice endlessly echos
Where my songs meet Your ears with ease in which sounds do not fall silent but fade only slightly as they fill every corner of the sky, blending with the joyful noise of Your Kingdom Choirs

Meet me at the tree line
Where looking down ignites vertigo-like memories of pain and rejection
Where You draw my eyes outward and upward to Your Wonder as I stand in awe of each fruitful tree You rooted to every mountain I conquered and every valley where I felt false contentment

Meet me at the tree line
Where I can breathe in Your fresh, clean fragrance
Where I can taste Your hypnotizing wind which causes my sails to bend toward the direction You have predestined and I can fly faster with each hydrating gust

Meet me at the tree line
Where I feel close enough to take a hold of Your hand
Where we can finally dance together as if we are a bride and groom on our wedding day and the only gaze we are concerned with is each other’s

Meet me at the tree line
Where I am no longer fearful of leaping
Where I now know my next move is a dive into You for backsliding down the path Your words once illuminated, is no longer safe

Meet me at the tree line
Where I know without a doubt You exist
Where Your work, Your beauty and Your creativity dwell, where they serve as the clearest picture of who You truly are, where I am overwhelmed

My Autumn

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My desires tell me to stay evergreen

But Your desires tell me otherwise

You force a new color to bleed over

Then You peel me of my driest skin

 

I begrudgingly allow the metamorphosis

As the yellows and oranges become more comfortable

And I begin to shake loose the sunburns

As Your shortened daylight serves as holy moisturizer

 

For autumn is not about new growth

It’s not about the sprouting of first beautiful blooms

But instead the slow disintegration of past comforts

And a dissolve of unrighteous content

 

You will use this time to gather up loose ends

But also to break off brittle, unfruitful branches

For the harvest has been reaped of passionless crops

And future frosty blues and snowy whites will kill off anything left

 

This season tends to cause weariness

But I trust in Your promises of spring

For autumn clears way for a maturation of oneself

And brings about hope through cooler but intentional winds of change

Alabaster Box

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Purposely white

Seemingly translucent

You are small in shape

But your significance is plenty

 

I’ve lent you to be borrowed

And I am ashamed to have

For you are a piece of me

An offering to be had

 

So I will ask for your forgiveness

As I will only entrust to one set of hands

Your fragrances should break

And its aroma will be received to only His plans

 

A Bird’s Song

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As a bird sings even before the rising of the sun

I will give praise even if my burden is too strong

With melodies of hope from rhythms so instrumental

I shall match their pitch disregarding my inevitable failure

And as each verse resounds in heavenly tones

Echoing abilities untouchable to my very own

I will continually sing over and over, note after note

Attempting to match a pitch so eloquently prosed

Because this is the way I want to speak to my Savior

To give Him the glory and to be deserving of His favor

I Wonder

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I wonder sometimes as to what you may look like

If you are tall, short, thick or thin

Could you be what turns my head

Or will you be a pleasant surprise that originally never summoned a second glance

 

Maybe I’ve already met you

Or maybe we are years from you placing your eyes on mine

My hope is that it won’t be too much longer

As my curious, imaginative desires cannot endure much more time