Month: July 2015

Calling

From a distance,

You hear your name.

Who is calling?

A stranger?

A friend?

An enemy,

Trying to deceive you?

An angel?

God himself?

Ask in your heart.

Do what you think

Is right.

Answer or not.

If you perceive

An enemy,

Be cautious.

If you think

A friend beckons you,

Be full of joy.

Do not hesitate.

Trust the Lord,

Either way.

He will be with you,

No matter what happens,

Good or bad.

Do not be afraid

Of difficult circumstances.

It is part of life.

God will use

Whatever happens

To build you up

Or tear you down

And remake you

Into something better.

Do not worry

About pain or suffering.

Do not desire

Anything.

Just accept

Whatever happens

And whomever

Comes your way.

Do not compare yourself

To others.

Do not think about

Tomorrow.

Do not dwell

On the past.

Live for today.

Be in the present

At all times.

Enjoy the journey.

Every day

Is a new day,

Full of surprises,

Or just routine.

Take life

As it comes,

And make something

Beautiful.

Life is what you make of it.

It is up to you.

Be yourself.

Love

At all times.

Love life.

Love all creatures.

Love the earth.

Love God.

Love yourself.

It is all connected.

Just love.

Twisting, turning,

You walk on,

Into the dark forest,

Out to the plains,

Over the mountains,

And down again.

You never really know

What comes next.

It is a mysterious journey

That we all must take.

Some say there is only one road,

But they are fooling themselves.

Do not worry

About the path.

You create the path

As you go.

Even when

You walk in darkness

There is a light

That burns inside

Your soul.

Follow

Wherever it leads you.

Just keep going.

Be true to yourself.

You are made

In the image of God.

Remember

He is with you

Always.

One person

Makes a change.

A little change.

It maybe affects

One person.

That person

Makes a change.

It affects

Two people.

And so on.

And so on.

It helps.

It makes a difference,

Right?

Oh, how I want

To believe it,

In my heart and soul.

Sometimes,

In the face

Of so much apathy,

So much resistance,

So much discouragement,

It gets hard,

Really hard,

To stick to the narrow road,

Through deep valleys,

Climbing such high mountains.

But occasionally, hopefully,

When you reach the top,

You can look down,

And you can see so much glory,

So much praise,

So much victory.

It’s worth doing.

It does

Make a difference.

Follow the path,

Even if

You’re alone.

It’s worth it.

Focus, focus.

Look deeply into the grey.

Staring at the darkness,

Daring it to scream back at me.

Is there a solution to my misery?

Angels weep above my head,

Or in my head, whichever you’d have it.

Temptation roams around me.

Keeping my eyes down and my mouth shut,

I seek to escape confrontation

As best I can in a supercharged atmosphere.

But I cannot resist the occasional urge

To lash out, seeking peace and justice

For those around me.

It is such a sadness, it grieves me.

I want to help, albeit pitifully,

As I know my efforts, most of them,

Go mostly unheard, falling on

Much more than deaf ears around me.

I know I could go a lifetime

Without making a difference.

Sometimes, I feel so lazy,

Alone in my safe and quiet home,

While others go hungry, homeless,

Persecuted, tortured, murdered.

It seems so easy for me to talk about it.

Indeed, that is my level of comfort.

I want to have my voice heard.

But how?

Is it hopeless?

Feeling bursts into mental state.

I’m so irate, I pity my own fate.

I’ll take what you can give,

I’ll hope to be saved.

Simple things will rock me to taste,

The hardness of life cripples my brain.

Do you know of what I complain?

Have you seen my latest date?

Bait, such bait, my soul deflates.

Imprisoned, I swear till I wear my cape.

Tortured to the end, I’m always late.

In the hole, is where I’m laid.

Insane, insane, my rotten brain,

My life is cut, I hide from pain.

Can you see where I am made?

Where I plead, why I’m slain?

Softly it comes, quickly it raids.

With a twist, it becomes

The truth, such a bane.

It’s so wrong, a song,

A haunted refrain.

It’s been too long,

I pray now for rain.

It’s not me anymore, not what I claim.

What’s left of myself

Clings to, but wanes.

I lose my grip, not what I’d say.

It happens too fast, too soon,

What a lucky day!

A missile gliding into the rain,

A poet shouting the same refrain,

Over and under and

Through the pain,

I hear you, I hear you,

Like a steaming train,

Rattling along, screaming in a rage.

I see what you mean, now,

I mean to say,

But I cannot, because

My soothing days

Are all in the past,

Yes, there they remain.

I leave you, here, now,

I know it’s not quite the same.

I know that I should care,

I know how you sang

Of all that is not right,

And of better days.

So, please forgive me,

That’s what I want to say,

But before I can tell you,

You ask me to stay.

I cannot! I cannot!

I bid you good day.

See you tomorrow,

Is all that I say.

Then you cry,

And that’s all that remains

In my memory,

That’s all I can say.

Good night,

God bless you.

Tomorrow is another day.

I must believe that it’s true.

There is no other way.

I trust you. I want to.

Come out of the grey.

Please, be with me,

Just one more day.

I know how you feel.

Tomorrow is only another day.

Different may be different,

And different is not the same.

But to be with the same

Is quite different for many who are the same,

And those who are the same are the same,

Which is quite different.

Sometimes being with the same

Is just not the same.

But being with those who are different

Is not always the same either.

Perhaps, some are meant to be

With those who are the same,

And some are meant to be

With those who are different.

I know that is quite different,

But sometimes it’s good to be different,

Especially for those who are not the same,

Because they are different.

Mapped a way.

Get there somehow.

Got to get through.

Get there some way.

Striving,

Holding on.

Standing

On what I hold dear.

Clinging

To the last of my sanity.

Staying

In the zone.

Socializing

When I can.

Visiting

With my friends.

Making ends meet.

Paying bills.

Cooking meals.

Getting up on time.

Time.

It’s a funny thing.

It means

So much to us.

So important.

Structure.

Pay checks.

Fitting in.

A day’s work.

Taking a vacation.

Getting sick.

Leaving for a little while,

For appointments,

Running errands.

We want to do what’s right.

We want to please our boss,

At least most of the time.

Jumping through

The hoops they make for us,

Biding time (there’s that word again),

Until we can go home,

To do what we want,

What really matters to us.

The comfy, cozy stuff.

Let us go home.

Let us be safe.

Let us be with the ones we love.

Let us have time to be ourselves.

Let us have more time.