All My Paths
It doesn’t matter now which way I take For all my paths are clear before your eyes. You know my inner thoughts and for your sake I put to death my sin. You bid me rise. And as I grow in form to be like you As each day…
It doesn’t matter now which way I take For all my paths are clear before your eyes. You know my inner thoughts and for your sake I put to death my sin. You bid me rise. And as I grow in form to be like you As each day…
My expectations conquer caution thus: They breed the “musts” and “should have beens” and I Can feel “perfection” overtaking trust. My day too often starts out on a lie And by the end I feel beat down and tired, Unable to feel joy in every day And in the little…
My hope Pattered in A lamb, meek and mild Culminating in the end As a thundering vindication. My sorrow Blustered in A towering rage of hurt Culminating in the end As a spark of rain washed hope. My joy Hastened in A warrior, bold and sure Manifesting in the end…
When peace like a river Becomes more like a stream And storms arrest my waking And rainfall floods my dreams I hold eternal summer Like a lighthouse in my soul To call me out of tempest seas Into peace complete and whole. postscript A very simple entry to close the…
I wish I had a heart that's after yours. I wish I was more patient, soft, and kind. I wish my spirit walked in step, forbore The harshest suffering with peace of mind. But the process is painstaking slow Than ever it has been in me so far.…
This is the time I craved. The quiet I so sought. I know the world goes in a blur And I for now do not. But here in peace and sunshine The smell of lilies white I hold my pen aloft, and then, I cannot seem to write. This is…
The fact is, this is not the same As once it was; the magic ink Stirs less of me as time leaves lines So deeply carved in me. I think The beauty may be lost for now The muse steps forward, takes her bow; But here I write Despite, despite…
And here I stand on cliff's edge one last time. Perhaps I leap; and yet perhaps I climb. There's no more to be said for where I stand, In solitude and guarded all around. The very cosmos may well fill my hands As I, the two-fold…