When I see
You
Smiles
Erupt
For the heart
Has finally
The reason
The organ beats
The sun that shines
The reel
That keeps spinning
And the joy
That doesn’t
Go out
Under pressure
The arms
That circle
Mine
In an embrace
That goes
On and on
Because
Being burrowed
In warmth
Is an ecstasy
Where parting
Is sweet sorrow
Mixed with
Pure agony
I never thought God would change me. After reading your recent comments, I realized that the change has been so subtle, I’ve not recognized it. I’m kind of glad I didn’t know until now. I would have fought Him. I just didn’t know He was working. And that’s the biggest blessing. I always wonder if I will run out of things to say, it hasn’t happened yet. I’m grateful. I’m grateful He still finds me a viable vessel.
You gave me the best morale boost telling me I’d be missed if I stopped writing and sharing with you publicly. I used to want to hide. Now, I see that hiding left me to loneliness and despair. I think I continue because the community here affirms my talent, my worth, my humanity.
There is a lot I don’t know. I just feel I will continue as long as I’m meant to do it. I’m the richest poor person because you love me so well. I never knew people could and would love a person like me. So flawed. A person who needs help daily. And yet through you, He provides.
What He sees in me I will never know or understand. I love you all. Thank you for being the love of Jesus. It doesn’t matter what you believe. He brings you to me every day. And every day, it’s a blessing I hope to never take for granted.
Good morning.
I saw a post on Instagram that asked would you still write if no one ever read your work. When I was younger I would immediately say yes. Now, I’m not so sure. Honesty here. You reading my words here makes me feel loved, hopeful and just so happy. If God asked me to continue without the audience, than the answer might be different. Right now, I’m glad I don’t have to choose. It’s ironic over a decade ago, I didn’t want my work to be available consumption. How times have changed. Never thought I would change. I’m a stubborn mule.
Write
What you know
That a dog
Can be taught
New tricks
With much prodding
Let me
Find joy
In the circumstance
For in brokenness
Your Power
Is made real
Not a
Talking point
For intellectual debate
Mon Dieu
T’aime
Tres fort
For what
You give
Is something
More glorious
Than denarii
Strolling the
Lavender fields
Humming a
French tune
As I imagine
Myself in
Valensole
Mais oui
Mes Amis
The bucking bronc
Flies me around
The arena
Faster
Than he
Was let
Out of
The Shute
Brass buckled
Wrangler
Laced in mud
And manure
Now the scent
That permeates
The hair
That was so
Coiffed and pretty
Now looks
Like a stiff wind
Shook it up
More than
Than that
Alcohol
In the
Martini shaker
I’m well shaken
Not stirred
Mr. Bond
Not that
I ever was
A show pony
With pedigree
More mustang
Than thoroughbred
My breeding stock
Reads like
A serving of
Pickled herring
And the
Cheapest vodka
Found
Give me strength
To follow
The path
The steady
Sturdy
One
The flashy
Opulence
Not needed
Just a quiet
Resolve and desire
To do right
Love fiercely
Walk humbly
Until the dreams
In the center
Of the chest
Are outward manifestations
Of Your love
