Tag: relationships

The Harvest

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The high grass brings comfort to souls that dwell in shadows

It creates curtains of loneliness that are quickly welcomed

As the sun travels the lengthy sky

Spectrums burn through the gaps

Exposing wounds of neglect and self pity

Healing winds seem to go unnoticed

As you can’t see a breeze, only its effects

Yet the green blades of past regrets bend and stretch with each passing moment

Allowing thoughts to salute the tears of yesterday’s sins

For the pasture will continue to be cultivated until the land is overused

And when that day comes the hope will be in the harvest

Worn

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In the summer it’s the flirty sundresses I wear

And in the way I loosely curl my hair

In hopes to make an impression as we begin our hazy affair

 

During the fall I’ll wear your blue flannel shirts

I’ll tie them up in attempt to subvert

With shades bright enough to match my eyes and make your racing heart hurt

 

And in the cold winters I’ll steal your favorite hoodie

I’ll throw it on with not much time to get ready

Then my effortless ensemble takes back your glances with the envy of many

 

And when the springtime comes and the weather turns warm

I’ll wear flowers in my hair to show how your love adorns

Because it’s the little things like this where my affection is worn

 

 

Love (Kenya)

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love (kenya)

The big round eyes of a baby looking back at you

The way a stranger hugs you for the first time

The smile of the woman who doesn’t understand a word you speak

The circle of support around you that have heard your darkest and bear it with you

The reuniting of friendships between peers and mentors

The twinkling stars in the sky that help light the darkness

The gentle breeze on warm days that provides relief

The outreach of one dry, rough hand to another

The wisdom that is spoken to your particular predicament

The shared moments of silence where words are no longer needed

The time in His presence where calm fills the atmosphere

The unexpected, instantaneous answers to prayers

The discovery of rest after an uneasy test of faith

The hope that a single sunrise conveys

The sigh of relief and sense of peace that comes with each sunset

The love of our Father day after day, disguised in pieces on our daily retreat

Questions

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What can be written that has yet to be written?

What can be said that has been left unsaid?

If eyes cannot see and ears cannot hear, what can make the heart feel?

How do I make another’s heartbeat increase?

 

Which words will fit together to create emotions as songs do?

Will they sing along?

Will they dance to the rhythms of truth?

Will they delight in the freedom of inhibitions?

 

But when the music stops, will they continue to believe?

What if they cannot dance without having tangible evidence?

Where do we stand when this true trial begins?

How do we keep each other dancing in the quietness?

 

When there is no beat, no melody, no lyrics, do we attempt to sing acapella?

Do we shout to hit decibels that only amplifiers can reach?

Can just our syllables create unconscious reactions the way a driving bass drum can?

Or will our inflections evoke emotions the way a simple chord progression does?

 

What if this does work, is the impact just as grand?

If we attempt acoustic encouragement, can we still expect an electric response?

Why must it be so loud to stir our insides?

Why must it blind us before we attempt to see?

 

Can they not just imagine how great?

If it takes extremities, how strong is our faith anyway?

Is this why we write even if it has been written or reiterate inspired words and phrases?

So in hopes that the lyrics and rhythms are contagious enough for a change to spark?

Dimming Lighthouse

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Let me be a beacon of hope for the travelers of the darkness

Let me light the path to harbors of rest

Where guidance along the rocky shore provides a kinship to its maker

Let its favor also provide relief from treacherous waters

For the mirroring coast is a vivid pretense of what life could be

And when my glow starts to dim, let my strength feed from natural light

So that my warmth may continue to be a safe haven for the lost