Letting Go

Tight is my fist
These knuckles are white
Clinging to the dearest things of all
Why must it be so hard
to believe you?

Is it difficult?
I mean your love,
It wraps around me
in a sheet of silk
Your joy is a
bike ride down hill
in summer dusk with a hint of rain
Surrender is complete

One finger uncurls
Like a rose in the sun
My hand opens to you
A white dove then flies
Away free forever in your sky

Fireflies

I wrote this when I was freshman in high school.
It has NOTHING to do with the song, "Fireflies" by Owl City (LOVE them!!). This poem is about a memory I had when my family and I would go to Ohio to visit my grandparents. At night there were fireflies everywhere in the backyard. I remember catching them with my brother and sister, bringing them inside the house, and turning the lights off. I missed those days when writing the poem. When we all got along, and things weren't hard. At the time, my family life was getting a little crazy.

I like this poem, even if it sounds kind of funny. So I thought I might as well post it. :)


Fireflies, fireflies why the reminiscing glow?
That burns the awakening of such passion flow
Of the way things used to be
When you and I were young, wild, and full of glee

Hypnotizing flashes every warm summer night
Danced the beauty of your glow that held my gaze so tight
Why do you now bring envy for the way things used to be?
Because everything is different now, it comes with a fee.

The fiery yellow light never seems to bend
When it shows the way good things always have to end
"Remember the good old day?"
"When the glow of my wing tempted you to come and play?"

Fireflies, Fireflies, you are that reminiscing glow
Reminding you and I of the good old summer nights ever so slow
Before me my recollecting past lies
All because of the glowing reminder of the fireflies

A Puzzle Not Solved

As I look up at your diamond sky
I wonder,
Why God, why me?
Out of all those girls
all those people
as numerous as those stars
you chose me?

I go to my knees
searching for you
and there you are, holy,
and you believe in me
I will take that step of faith
as you watch me, and think I'm beautiful,
and made exactly the way you wanted

Yes, things of this life
have a temporary taste,
At times my mind aches
and I must fight to resist,
but you gave me love,
a love guaranteed,
that's never taken back

Everyone wants to be loved,
and will eventually be let down
But I am loved in way I could
never know.....perfectly!

Yes, life is hard on this path
that brings me toward you,
but it's an adventure of a lifetime, for a cause
that is something bigger, and supernatural

Why you wanted me?
the puzzle will never be solved
But I'm blown away,
and all I can say is,
Thank you, I love you too

Faithfulness

The dust is starting to settle
Air becoming fresh, my coughs subside
A sun beam decorates the dust flecks that remain

The beauty of that moment
Floods relief to my beating heart

New options become like a hand
Offered in the dark
A hand that is warm and tangible
One that I feared was a haunting ghost

You have proven to be faithful
In ways I thought were incapable

Rain then comes and beats on my back
I look up for once and I laugh
Because one can run in the rain
Without an umbrella
And when it’s done
There might be a rainbow.

When Strong Winds Blow

The strong winds blew us around
We clasped hands and you told me
You never let go
but I got scared, and you lost my grip
I didn’t think you’d ever find me
I thought I was blown too far away, tossed hard by the wind
Shivering, so cold, but somehow you found me
I saw you, like a beacon in the chaos,
And you had never let me go

With every step I fell
You were my crutch to walk again
And every hard fall
You were my will to get up and go
I am forever held in a plan of yours

The cool wind against my fingers on a hot day
You are good
The lasting impression of a song
You are good
The cute dog sticking his head out the car window
You are good
You love me
You are so good.

Going Home

Running backwards
On the beach, the cold waves
Splashing against my ankles
I smile and wave goodbye to you
I hope you won’t forget me
I hope that you will love and pray for me

I turn and run towards the horizon
You continue to watch
My form beginning to blend within the endless gray sky

This place is not my home
One foot in front of the other I run
My toes kick up the sand,
With every foot print and sprint
I’m almost there, almost home
I can’t wait to see His face
His glory!

Who will I bring with me?
I see someone there
You’re just sitting
drawing hopeless circles in the sand
I grab your hand,
you jump to your feet,
looking for others, We run after our God
It’s been too long, and our souls
Are aching for our Father
For we are His chosen sons and daughters

Stand Tall

This poem was inspired by a book I just read. It's called "A Long Way Gone Memoirs of a Boy Soldier" by Ishmael Beah. It's about a child soldier in Sierra Leone during the civil war in the 90's.


Bright smile, your eyes danced
Looking up at a moon that told you stories
As you wondered about your life
And how it goes by

Life does go by
In ways no one could have comprehended
Crimson haunts the rivers
You swam during days
when youth was sweet

You ran so fast with your friends
Breathing hard, you never felt it
As bullets and hate spewed forth
Aiming to take you down
A long way you ran,
Far away from the days
Of village stories and
soft breezes that reminded you to catch
your brother’s soccer game

It was all forsaken and slapped you in the face
As you fell into a world of evil running rampant
past blood stained trees, severed bodies,
and the ashes of your family
who burned in the flames of genocide

Anger boiled within you
It kicked you hard as you fought the bloody flashbacks
Creating migraines that pulsed against the horrors of the day
No child should have seen the things you have seen
Cocaine with a gun was your friend
A friend you never asked for
A friend that offered sweet release from the
painful world that was falling apart
beneath your blood soaked feet

In the end, you rise
Stand tall because I hear you now
Your voice brings me tears
And opens my eyes
as you paint a picture
Of reality that seems unreal
A picture of what never
Could be imagined

You look through eyes
quiet about the storms
That raged within them
You survived and overcame
A dark black cloak
That swept across your villages
And across your country

Stand tall and may we all hear you

Rebellious, Check out Psalm 73

I don’t want to listen to you
Not anymore
All my life I have trusted you

All my life I have heard about you
I even felt you
So deeply

But what is life like without you?
I heard that losing hope
can bring deliverance
and You are my hope

Why am I writing this?
How could I?
Look what you did for me!
You tripped and bled
And held my head
Those nights when
I couldn’t go on

I am watching myself
Desperately reaching for your hand
But being pulled away by a lie
into the dark
So close to your grasp
But I can’t get it

Don’t lose me God
Bring your promises sweet

Out There

I hope you are out there
In this crazy life
Alive and thriving
The ocean wind
Fast against your face
Desperately trying
To cool the warm blood
Soaring through your veins

This life is going on and on
Never may it be without you
Rather, it would engulf you
And swallow you
Take you places
To change the world
With anything God has given you

Your feet will hit this
Earth, hard and swift
And jump with no surrender
when dark pits threaten the way

Collapse tonight and look at those stars
The day was given to you by God.

A hand in surrender

I wrote this on my phone one night. I can never find a pen when I want it. Especially when a special thought comes. It sounds weird and abstract, but it makes sense to me.

"My hand presses against Your presence. Light then radiates from my finger tips. The glow, it spreads into the dark revealing slaves captive to a lie. A lie that entertains people from a grace that is true.

May they find Your way with this light,
Your glory revealed through this hand
that continues to reach for You
who is good, and compassionate.

They stumble around in the dark as they grasp money, sex, and the American dream for fulfillment and stability. At times, when my hand drops from Your presence, I am right there with them in the dark choosing not to find Your way, but my own way. I raise my hand, and You take me back."

After I wrote this, I was at Pick up Stix. Before I entered, there was a man that was trying to sell me really good baseball tickets for really cheap. I noticed his eyes. They were an amazing color with a deep sadness in them. I wasn't interested in the tickets. I said "no thanks" and went into the restaurant. As I waited, I was rereading this on my phone. When I left, I saw him again sitting and looking discouraged. The Holy Spirit told me to tell him of Jesus' love, BUT I didn't do it. I just kept on walking. As I drove away, I felt awful. It's funny, because this is about saving the lost. I was reading it that day, and did nothing. As this says, I was choosing my own way. May I get another chance.