Captured Memory

Mindful memories
Lingering sunsets
Beach waves
Quiet escape

Captured contentment
Awakened sunrise
Cool breeze
Stolen moments

Inspired beauty
Artistic allure
Bright splash
Colors alive

Canvas inspired
Images recalled
Brush swish
Composed splendor

Personal Pleasure
Desires explored
Broad strokes
Painted finish

 

 

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School Day Haze

Early rise

Up with the sun

New clothes lay out

Nervous stomach flipping

Backpacks full

Ready to go

Watching the clock

Another year begun

New routines

Buses to catch

Carpools head out

Morning rush back in place

Busy halls

Classes to find

Subjects to hate

New friendships to be made

Lunch box packed

Searching for friends

Standing alone

Wanting to belong here

Sighed relief

Finished the day

Survived again

To repeat tomorrow

Splendor Day

Have we missed the splendor of God’s earth?

 Sunrise gongs the rush to work,

Wind in our hair; combs set to repair.

Rivers running to the sea: only bridges to destinations.

Pleasure distorted in success.

 Day in; day out

Sunrise to sunset.

Patterns lived without living.

Missed delight for opportunity.

Forced annual enjoyment;

With minds distracted.

Beauty taken for granted.

Missed joy in being.

 New this; new that

Propel us forward

The things we hold

While peace slips away.

Revolution of our days,

Turning over again and again.

Harbored misery and discontent

While calm eludes us.

Imagined peace realized.

Simplicity revived.

Newfound reason for the day.

Old things pass away.

New growth made fresh.

New reason for being.

Real joy.

Real peace.

Found in God’s splendor this day.

(Inspired by Ecclesiastes Chapter One

 

Faith Search

I search for you,

In the rooms  I enter,

In the quiet of my fear;

I look for you.

Are you really there?

Do you see me?

Do you really love me?

Is it me, or is it you?

I am weak.

I am unsure.

I am alone.

And yet, I feel you near.

Fill my heart.

Fill my mind.

Change my heart.

Change my life.

Out of the shadows I come,

Into your light I run

Into your presence I sit

Here you are real

Here I believe.

Here I thirst.

In the light I find hope.

In this corner I grow.

Forever changing

Forever healing

Forever searching

Forever Finding You

From Here to There

I am standing at the corner of the street.

There is a path ahead which I know I am to travel.

There are benches where I sit and wait.

I see the arrows pointing forward, yet,

I stand at the corner, afraid to move.

I watch as others move down the pathway;

Their steps moving them forward–closer.

They advance, step by step, as I watch in envy.

Confidently they pursue their dream.

Yet I watch and wonder if ever I will move.

I look at the branches off this path;

Diversions from the journey.

The excuses that keep me from moving.

The fear of failure and criticism.

Frozen, I wait for divine assurance.

Like a drifting boat, rudderless on the path;

I reach for the horizon ahead.

I pray, I calculate, I question.

I must move; I must heed the call.

He is waiting…HE is waiting.

One small step on the path is all I need

One move from here.

Then another, and another to there.

Trust, belief, faith.

We can do this. HE and I.

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