Dragonfly.
He says, “I hope you’re doing better
then the day the good Lord called me up.
You’ll be alright.
I’m at peace. I’ve joined forever.
You’re gonna love it here.
I never left you.
No, you were never left behind.
See, now I’m always by your side.”
Love,
Dragonfly.
Though I’m saddened when you make mistakes,
My heart is joyful when you seek My face.
For I did not come to help the morally right,
but the fallen and broken are dear in My sight.
The closer you come to Me,
the closer I AM.
Though distractions are plenty,
so is My hand…
Reaching out for you daily,
My peace is there for the taking
So if you’re tired of waiting
come find rest in I AM.
As the towers came crashing down
and all the bodies crushed but found…
What used to be, no more is there.
It seems our perfect lives are so unfair.
America, America.
How beautiful and kind to me.
Tragedy unites. Our pride goes on.
Home of the brave and land of the free.
I’m glad you came.
Came into my life
and washed all my cares away.
Now every thing’s alright.
And I hope you’re here to stay.
Stay with me all night.
I’m glad you came.
With my sister’s wedding now just ten days away, I wanted to share with you all a poem I wrote for her Fiancé, my future Brother-in-Law, on how to make her happy. I think you will find this poem is applicable to many relationships, not just theirs. And perhaps, at the very least, it will warm your heart.
How To Make My Sister Happy
First off, she loves you,
so just stick around.
When she gets carried away,
you hold her down.
She likes fancy things
so every once in a while,
splurge a little on her.
Gifts make her smile.
Listen to her.
Consider her needs.
Put yourself second
and remember to breath.
When she asks for space,
respect and believe her.
The love you will gain
is based on how you treat her.
So treat her with kindness
and forgive her with ease.
Enjoy every moment.
Love her good for me, please.
We cultivate love when we allow
our most vulnerable selves to be seen and known.
Love is not something that we give or get;
it is something that we nurture and grow.
Withholding of affection,
disrespect, betrayal and blame
damage the roots from which love grows
and hurt the place from which it came.
Love can only survive these injuries
if they’re acknowledged, healed, and rare.
So put down your ego, put in the work,
and let love know you’re there.
No I don’t mind
if I don’t see you in the morning
and don’t hear from you at night.
I said I don’t mind
because I know just who I am
and I know I’ll be just fine.
Now don’t think I won’t miss you boy
and seeing that sweet face.
We’ve got red hot memories
strewn all over the place.
But if now is not our time
well, who am I to fight?
No, I don’t mind.
I’ll be just fine.
If it were up to me
and me alone,
I’d hurt you just as you’ve hurt me.
But I know a path
that starts with love
and ends with love just like a circle.
It’s a healing path,
life changing
and fulfilling all the same.
And so I choose to take with you
the path that Jesus took with me.
It is the only path that works
and my Hope rests in its effectiveness.
When we’re young, the world is our oyster.
Hurt and humiliation are two things we don’t fear.
Imagination is our kingdom and every moment counts.
Ah yes, when we’re young, creativity abounds.
As we grow up they say, “Fall in line!
Get good grades! Be on time!
Find a job! Pay your bills!”
All things that stifle creative wills.
When we’re young, our sense of presence lasts.
There’s no anxiety about the future. No dwelling in the past.
It’s this innate presence that lets our creative juices flow
but we block it and build dams around it every year we grow.
Now I can hear the sound, traveling through your eyes
of broken dreams and emptiness
as your inner child cries,
“Gimme ink and paper, crayons, brushes, and blank space.
Gimme songs to sing and lightening bugs to chase.
Gimme wood to carve, clay to mold, and games to play.
I’m jumpy and I’m restless. Can I come out today?”
A milk has gone bad, throw it away.
Your tires are flat, switch them up.
No need to complain or make sense of these things
All that you’ve done is enough.
A lover has left, let them go free.
Wages were lost, look for more.
No need to dwell or make sense of these things
Resistance can be quite the bore.
Surrender to what is,
then do what you can.
There’s no need to ask,
“Why must this occur?”
For all that you need
is right where you stand.
And you can’t fathom Ways
that are higher than yours.
Vehicle of Wisdom 