Why do I ache deep
And love weakly?
Why do I carry the rain
Like drooping petals
Where are my hands;
lassoed to my chest.
God is right here.
Yet, I see only my mind.
a child on the teeter toter of
Guilt and Hope
Trusting in Him, sandpaper,
my soul a rusty maple.
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I was born a Sunday man
with a Church bell in my soul
and a steeple coming from my chest
a journey to God’s house in each step
my voice drowned by angel’s choir
I remember the way I used to be
before taking part in His Supper
before allowing myself
to rest easy in the pew
I was a shaky man
a child tossed by the tide
a kite thrashed by the wind
It took time for the ink of the Book
to tattoo itself within my mind
to bury itself into the marrow of my actions
Sometimes I find myself hit by the tide
with my face dragging along the shore
shrapnel of shells causing me to bleed out
a bit of the Sunday man
But I am unafraid
I am not timid anymore
Because I was told not to be
And all humility rests in obedience
So as the people flood in
to praise God for all that is
I give God who I am
For He will make me a Sunday man.
I used to pray for a path
that made sense to me
I used to pray for a road
that only I could see
I used to pray for a future
where I would be free
Now I pray for the way
that leads me close to Thee.
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God did not give you
a sword to chip at
or a shield
to bury yourself in comfort.
You are a man
with fire in your blood
What you touch turns to purpose
You are composed of Divine scaffolding
A rose blooming through snowfall.
Nothing kills me more,
to see a young face,
aged with the wrinkles of apathy
Take what numbs you and bury
your sword into it
Take what seeks to cling to you
and deflect it with your shield.
Have you ever reflected on a hesitation?
Have you ever asked yourself, am I afraid or am I just playing it safe?
I think about this question on the daily. So tonight, I wrote a poem about the difference.
Here is a little poem that will be included in my book (going to self-publish it soon be on the lookout).
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To me this is precisely the difference. Safety involves legitimate concerns. For one to not hold their breath while underwater is just crazy. It does not make any sense. However, sometimes as humans we get carried away. We allow the safety to morph into irrational and frightening fears. Hence, when we are living our lives, fear pops up.
It is irrational for one to hold their breath in the shower; however, the feared mind thinks otherwise. Just like when you are underwater, in the shower you are soaked. In the shower the water is weighing you down.
Friends, today I encourage you to not hold your breath in the shower. I pray that you will reflect on all of your actions and spot the difference.
Today, December 1, 2017, is an awesome day for me.
My first book of poetry, “Pouring Echoes” was released on Amazon!
The poems in this work were compiled with a purpose.
They were written in both times of utter despair and complete elation.
They were written in coffee shops and during lecture.
They were written from my heart to fall softly into yours.
I believe poetry is one of the most beautiful art forms. To be able to take truth and grind it down into just a few sentences.
I love that about it.
Is it not amazing that a few sentences can change your whole world view in a matter of seconds?
In “Pouring Echoes” I take you on that journey.
On how life kicked me in the butt and made me fly sometimes in the same day.
I wrote these poems with complete rawness on my mind. Vulnerability is the definition of courage in my opinion.
So, yeah. This is me throwing a plug for my book. (Link at the bottom)
Because if I can make someone say,
“Wow, I feel the exact same way.”
“I’m not alone in this.”
“I have been hurt just like that.”
“Life is awesome.”
or shed a tear or two…
It was so worth it.
So come follow me on this echo we call life. Scream out at the world. Listen for a reply. And find the truth.
POURING ECHOES LINK 🙂