Category Archives: poetry

The Range of God’s Power

Thanks, God, for the little things

You hold up the heavens

and prevent endless dangers

that we don’t even know to thank you for

You are still in the miracle business

and heal cancer

You are still in the life changing business

and let little actions change lives

a random thought

a random meeting

a random cloud

all of these have changed my life

except they aren’t random

they are perfectly, lovingly placed

by You.

I wonder at Your creative power

in the sunset sky

I wonder at Your abounding love

washing dusty feet

I wonder at your wisdom

in Your Word

but I also wonder

at how you keep the stars aligned

and still listen to my small prayers

You answer my cries for peace

as well as my asking for wisdom on my english quiz

You answer my prayer for healing

as well as my prayer about not being late

The range of Your love

astounds me

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That Place Between

It first starts in my chest

this energy

that I wish was foreign

Sometimes the pain is

an ache,

an emptiness,

or a physical tangible feeling

that you can hold.

The energy spreads from that place between

my heart and lungs

to my limbs.

Fingers shaking,

toes curled.

Constantly aware

of everything

inside of me.

All this happens

before my mind

even acknowledges what is happening.

Fear.

Out of My Mind

I hope one day to be

out of my mind.

Strange sentence, I know

I guess I must already be

out of my mind.

I hope to be

out of my mind

and into someone else’s

to understand them

in the exact ways

that I don’t understand myself

I hope to be

out of my mind

and into the world

not just stuck in my perspective

but to experience the world

through seven billion and counting minds

I hope to be

out of mind

and into other’s

because I want to focus on God’s people

and not just on God’s person

me

I hope to be

out of my mind

so that I can investigate

what is in my mind.

I may be crazy

if I am out of my mind,

but maybe the world needs a little crazy,

or at least I can hope.

Wonder at Beauty

Wonder confers a value on an object

it confers a sense of beauty

this beauty does not necessarily mean

bright colors

symmetric features

curved edges

it only prompts a second-look

something that captures our attention

and says, “There are magnitudes in and to me”

beauty compels wonder

wonder engenders beauty

thus the circle of beauty and wonder

cycles in appreciation

a worm is just a beautiful as a sunrise

or a woman

or a building

or an ocean

or a flower

or the moon

if they are all wondered at

And so, do not let others determine

what is beautiful

by controlling your wonder

because then they will control

your thinking

your individuality

and your world

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Wikimedia/Jessie Eastland

Not Going to Be Here ~ In 50 Words

I just wish I could hold onto you

but I can’t

So I find myself staring blankly at nothing for a couple minutes

simply thinking about you

I’ve come to terms that you are leaving,

but not yet that you are not going to be here

I miss you already

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Celebrate Their Sacrifice

The wind whipped my hair

as well as the dog hair

that was stuck to my swim suit

Water (or maybe dog drool)

sprayed on my face

as the speed boat raced across the waves

As I pet the dog

and looked out on the blue horizon

I thought, “This is life”

***

We celebrate the day

that initiated a five year war

and cost hundreds of lives

with fireworks and parties and hamburgers

with speed boats and late nights and music

because we are honoring the men and women

who fought for our freedom

by enjoying our life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness

We do not only mourn their deaths

but we honor and celebrate their sacrifice

because freedom should be something to sing and dance about

freedom should be celebrated with family and friends

Along with the flag,

our symbols of freedom should be

smiling faces and satisfied hearts

because I am proud to be an American

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How Are You Thinking?

Too often we ask,

How are you doing?

And more often than not we receive a lie.

I’m fine

Good

Okay, how about you?

We can’t help but lie.

Feelings are fleeting fragments of the soul.

But thoughts,

thoughts are continuous.

I believe a better question to ask is,

How are you thinking?

Are your thoughts manic?

Ragefully pondering revenge?

Flighty?

Peaceful as a willow tree in the heat of August?

Logical and rational?

Wishful dreaming?

Obsessing?

Thoughts monitor behavior,

are you thinking rashly or overcationly?

When we are upset we yell,

What were you thinking!?

It’s not the what I’m concerned about,

I wonder how are you thinking.

 

So how are you thinking?

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What Matters Most

It’s finally summer

I’ve been laughing all day

and now I’m watching the sky turn amber

I’m so happy I could shout hurray

even though I know my sun burn

will hurt tomorrow

But tonight whether that warmth is a joyful glow or harmful sun rays, I can’t discern

I’m propped up on my elbow

talking the night away with all of you

about anything and everything

and who knows what will ensue?

I listen and I remind myself of something,

These are the good old times

this is what matters and what matter most

Though others try to convince me otherwise, even ofttimes

They couldn’t be more wrong in the uttermost.

You, my dear friends

are life and make the destination all the more meaningful

True godsends

So thank you for your company and the day so beautiful.

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Somedays

How do you see the world?

How do you see others?

How do you see me?

Somedays you must feel like you are at the Mad Hatter’s tea party

Me saying the strangest things, telling you up is red and the number 5 is west

When I ask you to sew

 

Somedays you must feel like you are on Jupiter

The gravity so massive and safety is across the galaxy

When I ask you how your weekend was

 

Somedays you must feel like a helium filled birthday balloon

If you let go you might never come back down to earth

When you finish your project

 

Somedays you must feel like you are in calculus III knowing only addition

Nothing makes sense, the words too complex and crying should be the solution

When I say we should compromise

 

Somedays you must feel like me, just normal

but I might

maybe never

ever be able to understand how you feel and see the world

But I know that I will always try

Life Actress Number One

I recently received 642 Tiny Things to Write About and I will try to post some of my responses to the prompts. Here is one: Describe something about your best friend that is often under-appreciated.


You and I have a running joke that you are “Life Actress Number One”

When life isn’t awesome

you don’t let it show

you entertain others with your lively stories

you encourage others with your joyful smile

you let others escape into a world of puns and clever comebacks

you tell others that the world and their lives will be okay

You put on a performance

and dance

and sing

and listen

and hug

and joke

for others,

without letting them see behind the movie screen.

Yet when life is a one-way street,

of only encouraging others,

who encourages you?

Who tells you that the world and your life is going to be okay?

Who gives you a hug?

Who listens to you?

Who smiles for you?

I will and I always will.

I am thankful that I am one of few lucky people

who can see behind the silver screen

who you can tell your crazy life to

who you can trust

who you do not have to entertain

(but I always like it) 🙂

I am thankful that

you are not an actress in our friendship

that we are unscripted.

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