Simple Truth

Who I am when I am without Him
Is who I hate to be
Its not that He makes things harder
But without Him, the harder things in this life will be.

Self Portrait

Like a trash can I take in-
And never give up
I fill myself with trash
And only open up to spill my decay
For someone else to clean up

(Untitled)

Under backdrop of moon, shooting-stars, and lightning strikes
We sat - like it wasn't really eight years past.

Like the waves stir the deep
So ours words stirred, and made us weak
Eroding our walls and dusting off
The very things we'd hidden, and hidden they wanted us to keep

But deep we did strike as the waves seemed
To pull our pretenses out to sea
And the tears began to flow
Like they had once, so long ago

Except this time was different.
Though the words translated the same
This time, the tears were healing
In an old conversation made new
In an old conversation long-overdue.

Knock, Knock

Here I am Lord
Knocking on your door,
With my eyes studying the floor;
I'm trying once more.

Like a child, I struggle to find the words
As if they have to be perfect
For my voice to be heard.

To the best of my ability
I knock at your door
While I am afraid to find
Whether your eyes will meet mine.

I want to look you in the face
And know you.
To see you and be speechless,
As if in awe of the starlight.

Most of all I want to know
That the God I know is well, You, You know?

"For He whom I bow to, only knows to whom I bow.
When I attempt the ineffible name murmrring 'Thou'."

Rear View Mirror

Rear view mirror
To the window of my life.
The mirror, in full view
Of my pains and my strife.

It shows me
A curvey, unlit highway
The one that's called the "My Way".
On which I have been riding;
On which I have been hiding.

Never really sure of which lane would suit my life;
Or even what I'm really like.

So in and out of the lanes I've weaved
Trying to discern reality
Trying to find the lane that leads
To the one that is straight and well-lit
To reveal to my eyes all the turns I've made
That just don't fit.

The lane that would unbind the bonds that bind me
And then leave them all behind me.

In the rear view mirror

A Summary

I was tried by fire...
And I came out extra crispy.