Rock Bottom
I had forgotten things
could be this way.
How one moment
life can be grand
and special
and fun
and glorious…
and then the next…
I had forgotten how
it all can change –
how at the
drop of a dime
time can stop
and everything can
change.
How great adventures
can end in disaster,
how daydreams
can turn into nightmares,
how harmless exploring
can get yourself lost –
and I am
most certainly
lost.
I am lost because
I knew it all.
I am lost because
I could not fall.
At least,
I thought
I knew it all,
and now
I know that
I can fall.
The only problem
now is that
I’m not able to
get up.
It’s depressing,
I know,
but such is
my lot.
I have fallen and I
cannot get up.
Triumph
I will not be intimidated by you.
I will not back down.
I will never give up.
You will
never
own
me.
You can try though.
You can try
to chain me up.
You can try
to break me down.
You can try
to smother me
with guilt
with fear,
with shame,
but hear
my words
as I tell you right now
that you
will never
ever
win.
For I’ve been made
free,
perfected by
Grace,
and none of you
hatred
or malice
orthreats
or spite,
will ever prevail.
It’s a hopeless fight!
I have already won.
You’re sick reign of terror
has been made undone.
Through Him, I am
more than a
conqueror,
and I
have more than
conquered
you.
Broken Down
He stared at the blank page,
bristling with frustration,
yet frozen with fright,
at the unspoken words
he wanted to write.
Should he whisper his secrets
and disclose his thoughts?
Confess all his feelings
and failings and flaws?
Should he dare to be open
and let down his guard;
to break down the walls
that surrounded his heart
and reveal who he was,
each worn, broken part?
He sighed and wept silently
as the fear cleaved his mind;
the fear of rejection
if someone might find
the words on the page
that his pen could not write.
Can a pen and a page
release you from hell?
Or is silence the curse of the
dead and the damned?
And cursed he was,
yes, cursed indeed;
cursed to live with his
burden of guilt,
the guilt of his past
and the fruits of his sins.
A pen and a page
could not even begin
to write out the story of
of all he had done.
And yet…
He could not shake
the feeling
that he needed to write.
That he needed to write
to right his wrongs;
to let his soul just
sing its songs
of grief and mourning
over what he had done,
to let the pain just
finally be gone.
Cracking his knuckles,
he picked up his pen,
and started to write those
songs of his soul.
To write so that
someday he might
feel whole.
To write and just
be free of it all.
Free from the pain.
Free from the shame.
And with each letter
his chains
let go…
Now
I am finally
free
Woven Anew
Once I was lost in the noise of this world,
suff’ring a life filled with pain,
until You uplifted my heart and my soul,
and broke off my shackles and chains.
Woven anew with the threads of Your Grace,
You stitched up what was torn apart;
Filled with compassion and mercy and love,
Your Hands held me close to Your Heart.
I am now free from my grief and despair,
from the curse and the pain of my sin;
Quickened to life by Your Spirit of Peace;
By grace, I have been born again.
Lord, Shelter my soul and safeguard my heart
from the toils and cares of each day.
Hold to my hand and strengthen my step
to walk in Your Holy Way.
The Beautiful Mind of Van Gogh
Earlier today I was looking for a good inspirational quote to post on this site’s Facebook page, and inspiration struck me to search for a quote by a particular person.
I instantly found this one:
“As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.” – Vincent Van Gogh
Trials to Blessings
It is absolutely amazing to me to see God move through your life. He can take a terrible situation – a situation where you feel as if you’ve sunk to your lowest point, where you feel that no one understands what you’re going through or experiencing – and turn it into an unfathomable opportunity for blessing beyond measure.
Welcome Back!
Hello friends!
I just wanted to take a moment to type up a few words about a very dear friend of mine. She is a blogger, like all of you – and I daresay she’s one of the finest – but life knocked her down and kicked her hard, thus she has been absent from the blogosphere for the last few months.
I say “has been,” though, because she is now back.
How Could You?
How could you do this to me?
How could you just
throw me aside like trash,
filthy garbage,
stale leftovers?
Let Me In
Why won’t you let me in?
Why are you shouldering
this life all alone?
Do you not see
that I love you?
Do you not see
that I want to be
there for you?
Somewhere We Stumbled
Drowning, my heart is
flooded with tears
as memories come of
all those great years
we spent with each other,
together, a team
that could conquer it all –
but not all, it seems.
Do You Remember?
I miss you.
I miss the times we used to sit
huddled together, side-by-side,
imagining
all the things that we would do,
all the places we would go;
we promised ourselves,
you and I.
Do you remember?
I miss you.
A Prayer for Perseverence
Lord, grant me Thy Wisdom
to hold fast and know
that I can do all things through You.
No matter how hard things
may turn out down here
help me to lean upon You.
Wilting Flower
I
A flower wilts,
bending beneath
the Wind of this cruel
World;
It bends beneath
such pow’rful Wind –
the pow’r of God un-
furled.
To Thee Doth My Voice Cry Out
Father, my voice cries out
from despair of the unknown;
my spirit doth tremble
at the crossroads.
Words of man give no
comfort to my soul, for
they are drowned out by
the dissonance
of my mind.
The Burn
Whirring fan in the background
Shadows flapping beneath the light
I, standing in the in-between
How could you do this to me?
After all we’ve been through?
I thought we had an understanding
You and I
An understanding
I misunderstood
Meditations
In ev’ry season that doth pass
Another one comes after;
Sometimes they are filled with pain,
Others with sweet laughter.
Resistance is Futile
Change.
What is it about change that makes us so afraid of it? Perhaps it’s the idea of things no longer being the same, or easy, that scares us. Perhaps it requires us to “get out of our comfort zones,” which is always such a pain. Perhaps it’s because we hate sudden surprises, or at least surprises we’re not happy to receive; so many changes come in the guise of surprise.
But you know what’s funny? We are always changing.
