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.
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September 11 (A Poem)
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 (A Poem)
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.
Losing Me (A Poem)
I’m on my knees. I’m on my knees
begging, “Baby, don’t leave.”
You hear my cries. You hear me plead.
And still you want to be free.
I’m not afraid. I’m not afraid
of losing you.
I think I’m more afraid
of losing me.
How to Make My Sister Happy (A Poem to Her Fiancé)
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.
Reawakening the Creative Child Within (A Poem)
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?”
Love So Good It Hurts
Have you ever known
love so close it hurts?
Aching inside
Screaming, “This works!”
Dreaming is heavenly
Waking is better
One step closer
to being together.
Earth suits ripping
at the seams
Bursting with feelings
Glowing like beams
With every glance
With every touch
With every look
With every nudge
With every smile
You’re overwhelmed
Powerful leaps
and spells abound.
I never understood
when people used to say,
“It feels so good it hurts.”
But sometimes love is that way.
Circumstances (A Poem)
They say circumstances don’t define you
but they certainly can reveal.
In the midst of crisis,
you’ve become a person who can heal.
A person who can mold and bend,
more flexible than you thought.
A giver and receiver,
blooming from your most vulnerable spot.
Through the tornado and turmoil,
you’ve stood strong like a tree.
And if these circumstances have revealed you,
then I love who you’ve proven to be.
My Hope For You This New Year (A Poem)
My hope for you this New Year
is forgiveness of yourself and others,
revival of what matters most,
relationships with friends and lovers.
My hope for you is motivation,
bigger dreams, and inspiration.
Realistic goals and follow through,
these things are my hope for you.
My hope for you this New Year
is healing what you’ve broken;
repairing, mending, letting go
of all apologies left unspoken.
I hope when you look back to where
you were this time last year,
you’re in an entirely different place.
Your truest self is ever near.
I hope that you have grown and changed.
With open arms embrace the pain,
search for joy, and new love, too.
These things are my hope for you.
Pressure of New Year’s Eve (A Poem)
New Year’s Eve
It’s hard to believe
Has finally creeped up on us
Time ran out
From last December
We failed to do what we promised.
But the day has come
We can write anew
About all the things
We ought to see and do
Lights flashing
Music blasting
Midnight kisses
Dreams and wishes
12 O’Clock, the moment haunts us.
It’s safe to say the pressure’s on us.
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