But Spring creates!
But Spring creates!
If you say you have no secrets,
Then those secrets are secrets,
You are keeping very well,
Your life pursuit,
To light your candle and to,
Keep that ember burning,
In the face of,
All inner and outer resistance,
Not to allow that candle,
To be snuffed out.
This candle is your soul, it feels wonderful,
When it’s lit. You will find a way.
There will come a day when your,
Light will burn, bright and clear
You will be the guardian,
The keeper of this light. It is your duty.
No one else may care,
But that doesn’t matter,
They don’t need to, it’s not their job.
You will learn this.
Others may or may not notice,
Your burning ember.
This doesn’t matter either.
Your warmth still touches them,
And warms your own heart,
Through all troubling times,
Both personal and collective.
God enters into the depth of my human heart,
Laying bare the hidden fruit,
Of my good intentions,
And raw, oft pained love,
Which lives there,
And He is well pleased.
The world simply stands outside the door,
Tallying my “results.”
I’m moved forward by desire,
But guilt holds me back.
Then love moves me forward,
And fear pulls me back.
Then hope steers me forward,
Yet doubt yanks me back.
Renewed confidence drives me forward once again,
But my limitations set me back.
Then as I begin to build my strength back up,
Shame slams me from behind,
And drags me down,
In a,”You don’t deserve success!” kinda dead lock.
I’m out for the count,
Having only failed myself,
For choosing to stop trying.
Thankfully forgiveness picks me up,
Restores my faith,
And gets me back in the game.
Oh baby, baby, like a “thief in the night,”
You came to me,
And took away all my neat and pretty,
I’ve learned the most about love and forgiveness,
Turns out, before, I was only practising.
Quit wanting to be someone other than who you are.
You, yes you, be you!
Full of emotion,
Filled with light that must shine,
But maybe won’t come through,
In the usual way.
For many, if not most,
Our biology keeps us firmly planted on the ground,
As our dreams soar a little too high and far.
But this is not sad!
The tug of desire,
Coupled with the pain of frustration,
Makes us pioneers of the soul,
Forcing us to pave a new way.
To look inside is to find a back door,
Which swings easily open for the emergence of our soul.
There is nothing and no one to chase after,
It’s all just smoke and mirrors.
If someone or something seems better than you,
or what you have,
You are just fooling yourself,
And not looking past the smoke and mirrors.
Stop running for a moment,
And peacefully take a look,
You are completely ordinary,
And One with everyone else,
That’s what makes you wonderfully extraordinary.
Everything else is smoke and mirrors.
I write because my soul has to.
I write to connect with God.
I write to make sense,
of the jumbled mess floating around in my head.
Thank You Lord,
You are a beautiful
Oasis in my life,
Vast and endless.
More substantial and more real,
Than the depth and the breath,
Of the stretch of the sea.