Unleashed

Minute by minute,
the clock ticks later.

Knowing my body,
needs to rest,
I say good night,
and try my best,
to fight the urge,
to stay and chat.

With teasing grin,
my friend suggests,
Let's stay up all night,
it'll be great!

Pushing aside,
the nagging reminder,
that working my job,
sucks when I'm tired,
I giggle and think,
it would be fun.

Unleashed from my worries,
by sleep deprived madness,
I'm suddenly hyper,
grinning and crazy

Easter Poem

I'm lost.

Caught in a web of lies,
things I only half believe,
I struggle to be me.

Some where I cross a line,
trying to design,
a lie that's true enough to live,
but "right" enough to give,
a sense that I belong,
in the only world I've known.

I'm tired of the game,
I must be breaking rules,
but once the game's in motion,
it engulfs you like an ocean.
Quiting's not an option,
but playing on is a dungeon.

I lie awake at night,
trying to uncover the fake,
face it and make it,
more true to me.

Truth is relative.
Mine,
yours,
ours,
as different as we.

I want to be me,
but I'm glued to a lie,
afraid your love for me will die,
if I stop the lie,
that you'll worry for my soul,
if I tell you my truth in whole.

Maybe it's just a phase,
maybe I'm in a daze,
but I can't comprehend,
this Easter craze.

Love and blood and sacrifice,
clashing.

How can my God of love,
demand a sacrifice?
How can my God above,
give his own sons blood?
How can a God of Earth,
give his own life,
and call it a birth?

I don't want the "love,"

of a God of death,

filled with wrath.

I don't want to worship with bloody crown,

thorns grown to torture,

an innocent head.

I don't love a God of the dead,

giving death before life,

and demanding a price.

I believe in a loving God,

a spirit of compassion,

loving without ceasing,

giving life without a price.
A God of all,

who weeps for the broken,

who carries the hurt,

gives another chance,

til we get love right.
Who sits with us in the night,

and leads us in her light.

Crying Out

Desperate for something,
my heart cries aloud,
...searching,
.....seeking,
........wanting,
..........needing,
a hand to hold,
a place to cling.

Tears burn my eyes,
as I try to face,
the lonely ache,
the empty space,
need I cannot comprehend,
hole I cannot mend.

My heart cries out in pain,
but my tortured mind,
steals my tongue,
...refusing,
......denying,
........resisting,
..........silencing,
holding me captive,
stifling my cries,
drying my eyes,
to hide the pain.

Playing games to resist,
the ones who insist,
I'm,
...beautiful,
.....loved,
known in their hearts,
and destined to be,
used by God.

Jail

"Jail.
Jail.
You're in jail"
They tell me I'm glued,
...taped,
...stapled,
to the fence,
and yet I feel freer,
than when alone.

When jailed by a preschooler,
it's easily to escape,
to run and be free,
til little hands catch me,
giggling "jail."

If only the prison,
inside my head,
were as easy to escape,
as energizing to run from,
but locked in my mind,
is a vacuum for courage,
a dark tangled web of fears and despair,
holding me captive,
draining my energy,
stealing all motivation,
to take care of myself.

My kids tie hungry tigers,
round the jail they make,
say the tigers guard it,
will eat me if I run.
They let the tigers eat me,
and yet I feel more whole,
than any other time.

My own imaginary tigers,
gnawing at my mind,
eating me alive,
from the inside out,
are far worse a threat,
than any my kids set,
to guard my playground jail.

Alone

Please don't leave me,
all alone,
to think,
and be,
left to my own devises,
alone in the night,
with my own thoughts,
wishing to be loved,
wanting to be held,
lacking the company,
of sweet romance,
all the more lonely,
for knowing you've gone,
to hold another,
in the kind of love,
I only wish for.

Every Morning

Every morning is a new day.
Some days begin like a happy dance,
with sunlight streaming in my window,
to kiss my face good morning.
Some days begin like a sorrowful storm,
with gray clouds creeping in,
to say "just stay in bed."

Every morning is a new day,
a chance to begin.
Some begin with happy song,
bright birds singing,
their morning praises.
Some begin on a sadder note,
discordant buzz of alarm clock,
met by dreary drizzle.

Every morning is a new day,
a chance to begin,
to live in the moment.
The smell of coffee brewing,
promises a family day,
but ordinary smells,
herald in a work day.

Every morning is a new day,
a chance to begin,
to live in the moment,
a chance to sing,
whatever song you're given,
a chance to connect,
with the world a new.

Be with me each new day.

Pray to the Ends of the Earth

God of all people,
Let me live your love,
to the ends of the earth.
Shine your light,
in the darkest corners of despair.
Touch your most broken people,
with your healing love.
Shine your light through me.
Fill every heart with compassion,
from here to the ends of the earth.
Touch each being you've created,
with desire to live,
not just for themselves,
but for for all the Earth,
that they may live in you,
and you in them.

Writing to God

Dear God,
Walk with me.

Help me see your footprints,

beside me as I struggle.

Hold my hands,

so I can't beat myself up,

when I make mistakes.

Give me patience,

to wait for you.

Reveal your path for me,

like the moonlight.

Call me away,

from worldly distractions.

Keep my heart pure,

to serve you.

Hold me tight,

when no one else can offer,

the kind of love I crave.

Give me strength to face,

the challenges you set before me.
Pour out the love,
you've put in my heart for others.
Heal my scars of brokenness,
but don't let me forget,
how it feels to be hurt.
Help me to see,
your desires for me,
and live in your will,
not the will of this world.

A Trio of Poetry

Longing to be barefoot

Feet trapped,
in hot black shoes,
rest upon the grass,
wishing to be free,
to feel the soft green blades,
tickling at their toes.


Talking to Strangers

If you've ever taught a child,
you've said don't talk to strangers,
and yet how else is there,
to make a brand new friend?

Friendship Pains

With true friendship,

comes the pain,

bitter sweet,

of honesty.

No secrets,

means no hiding,

the struggle to keep,

a friendship pure.