A Song of Deliverance

   To my soul He will
give rest. To my weary
heart He will give
peace.
   He is my shield
and protector, He will
see me though all
trials and struggles.
   He has held me fast
in His strong arms, why
should I fear?
   He has protected me
all of my life. He will
continue to protect me
when I am old.
   With God as my help
I need not cry nor fear.
He is Lord of creation
and Lord of my life.

Sea of Stars

  The reflection of the moon stands upon the crest of the
ocean. The glittering sand sits, as fallen stars, upon a
crystal ledge. The silver moon lies on the sapphire sea
soaking in the fire of the ocean's depth.
   The roaring ocean crashes and breaks as it touches the
fiery sand. With cold, wet, fingers the blue-green water
grasps the bits of silver-white stardust. It pulls and
tugs as the sand is pulled into the smother waves
of the ocean.
   Then the golden lightning flashes against the sky. The
wind spins and teases the rolling waves. They collapse
as the angry thunder shakes the earth beneath it. In the
morning the world will be calm and cool. Chaos and discourse
belong to the night.

Untitled as of Now

Taste of salt, running down, break it up and hope it takes.
Delicious pain and hope regained, stain a moment let it fall.
Can't open a heart if there is no key or lock to open,
Can't stop the train if there isn't one coming.

Soulless, faded beyond repair, jump this ship and drown.
Soft and jagged, glass pieces tinted red fill the space.
Mirror shows no reflection, not a hint or detection,
Mirror shows only what once was there, no more.

Coffee spills, hot and cold, burn and freeze what remains.
All that's left, all that stays, let it waste away, born to die.
Grasp the silence in your hands, drag it down too.
Grasp the hands of death and follow his plan.

Farewell to these moments that break, farewell to the pain.
Fading now, let the glass rip it apart. Empty and stolen.
Free this soul, from facade's prison, flying far from here.
Free yourself, because in the end only you can.

Insanity (Window in Time)

   A window in time.
A door to a world of light.
A sea in a field of wine.
A glimpse into a future fight.

Secrets

   The moon shows
your shallow graves,
but no one wants to
see.
   The stars cry on
your body's last home,
but no one wants to
see.
   The wind blows the grass
over your cold bodies,
but no one wants to
see.

Memories

   Your lips, your touch, your voice, caressing my face and hair. Hugging me tightly, kissing me gently, loving me always.
   You said it would be forever! You said that love was all we needed. You said you loved me, but all you wanted was control.
   How could you leave me? You broke my trust and my heart, which I gave you so freely. You deserted me for some other girl and left me all alone, to cry.
   I can't escape you and I still see you everywhere. You haunt my steps and my heart. You invade my dreams, my soul and my mind.
   Your face is all I see. Your smile has doomed me to eternal torment. Your laugh has driven me over the edge of insanity.
   I suppose no one finds "forever love" at age 10, but I was naive. You were older and stronger. You promised to take care of me.
   I don't know why, but after five years, I still love you.

Invisibility

   It is at these times, in my short history, that I feel the most invisible.
   Being in another's home and another's family fills up that home to the rafters with talk, laughter and tears. I feel out of place and alone.
   It is in these brief moments, that life seems to move so slowly. Each heart's breath becoming a painful suffocation of the soul.
   Each tender palpitation of my breaking heart seems to burst asunder the doors, holding back the pent-up floods. Each shallow breath, drawn from the depths of my innermost being, shatters the barrier put up against the flood.
   It is at these times, and only at these brief interludes, that I feel the most invisible.

The Black Rose

   The twinkling of a bright, shining star. Black as pitch, lovely as silk. Darkness drapes over her like a shawl. Black covering, like frost on the ground.
   A deep reflection in a still pool. A time, a place, an air and space. Falling, falling. Plucked and laid in a coffin. Slowly lowered into the ground, to rest in peace.
   Peace? Peace is happy, contented and free. Not like this, not like me. Bump, bum bump, bum bump. Hearts beating all around me, people whose lives were cut short.
   The baby who never saw sunlight. The horseman thrown from his horse. The overdose that killed the teen. The murdered, subjects of violent cruelty.
   My life has been cut short. I can't tell what happened to me. My mouth has been shut forever, by a hand I cannot grasp or see. My life was taken without mercy.
   A black rose lying, in the snow, on the grave where now I sleep.

Don't Forget to Write

   Don't forget to write me while you work at camp. Don't forget to tell me every little detail, from the hole in your pocket to the frog in the well.
   Don't forget to tell everyone I said hi and don't forget to wave when you say goodbye. Don't forget to call whenever you get the chance.
   Don't forget how much I'll miss you or that I love you so much! Don't forget to visit on your days off and don't forget, I'm the boss!
   Please don't forget to say Goodbye. 'Cause I'll miss you and your quirky sense of humor. So don't forget to write me.

Hope Lost

Hope has left
me all alone.
Death will now
carry me down to
be his bride.

Nevermore Road

   A long road that twists and turns through the
abandoned country of imagination.
   A road full of lost chances, stolen moments, old pains
and new regrets.
   Nevermore road holds all secrets, cuts off cries and
closes chapters in peoples lives.
   Nevermore road, the less traveled you are the more
dangerous you grow.

Notions of Love

Love is like a pure, white, rose.
It is clean, without blemish. Like
a soft spring rain. Like a
breeze blowing through your hair.

Nonsensical Rhyme

   Costly jewels, summer fools.
All the pretty little horses.
   Cast and crown to the ground
all the pretty little horses.
   Mend and break, steal and take
all the pretty little horses.

Guilt is the only Blood

   How does the world keep turning when the one you love is lying in the coffin? How does life go on when theirs is over? Guilt is the only blood, because you live and they don't.
   How can all the tears be cried and there still be an empty feeling? How can I move on when the one I love is gone?

Lonely Specter

   Black waves purge the beach of debris, then put it back.
One lone figure wanders along the edge of the water, her
feet being tugged on by the icy depths. The stars above her
shine like tears in the dark. A pale moon watches as the
girl stops in front of the expanse of water. All blood
freezes as she screams.

Crowded Out

   In a crowded place. Surrounded by people who will never see me. I'm invisible, in a world of my own. If I close my eyes I can hear their talking. I can hear their lives through their words.
   In a crowded place, I'm alone. No one knows me. They say "best friends forever", but they don't know my problems. They'll never know. They can't know me. And only three people do.
   In a crowded place. I'm all alone.

He Makes Me Laugh

   He makes me laugh even when I cry. I don't know
how, but he turns the rain to sun with a joke. He
makes me laugh when all I can do is let my heart break.

Turns

   When it comes your turn and your swept away,
know that love can heal and it can kill. Love is a
cruel word. It can cleanse the soul or cut your
hear out. You never know which it will do.

Dreams (Of Fire)

   Bright red flames flash across the midnight sky. Reddish-yellow, orange and blue flash through the night. Torches of white-blue fire move quickly across treeless plains. The moon and stars are bright as if they were set on fire by the night. Diamond stars and tears of the moon set ablaze in the violet sky.
   A part of me wants to die. To rise up to the sky and become a star, so diamond white.
   I want to be the moon and look down from above. To see the people and things I used to love.
   Dancing in my circled orb, controlling tides and so much more. To sparkle on the silvery snow and go where no man ever goes. To talk with the sun, conspire with the stars. To keep all the people's tears in little glass jars.
   To fly with the gentle breeze and shine through the barren trees.
   I suppose heaven is like that and so much more, but night is ending and dawn is knocking at the door.
   Goodbye sweet moon, goodnight dear stars, sweet dreams countryside. And in light pours.

Sapphire Dreams, Silver Wings

   As I look out my window, from where I stand, I begin to think of my dreams. Dreams from when I was a child.
   When I was a child, I would dream of silver wings. Wings that I would mount up upon to fly into the skies. Like an angel, I would fly into the sky, sit on a cloud and watch the rest of the world go by.
   My sapphire dreams began later on in my teenage years. They started out as being small dreams of castles, unicorns, dragons and kings. I called them sapphire dreams because they were always tinged sapphire blue.
   Now I'm an old woman who has put those dreams, and wings, into my children. But every once in awhile, I still have sapphire dreams about silver wings.

That Others Might Live

   "Don't go!" was all I could
say to you the day you left
for the army.
   My heart cried out for
you to take me into your arms
and say you wouldn't ever
leave me.
   But all you said was,
"I go, that others might
live."
   Those words now echo across
the decades as my grandson
leaves for the Middle East to
fight terrorism.
   And all he says to me is,
"Granny, I go, that others
might live."
   I think back to a baby who
was born in a stable. He grew up,
taught others and gave up his
life for others.
   Did He say, to his mother,
"I go, that others might live."?
Even if He didn't, his example
is what my brother followed in
Korea and what my
grandson is following in the
Middle East.
"Greater Love has no one
than this, that He lay down
his life for his friends."
John 15:13 (NIV)

The Sunset

   He takes out his brush
and His colors, no need to rush.
   Stroke after loving stroke He
covers the canvas with glory and majesty.
   First orange, then blue and silver,
pink, then violet and gold. His love flows like a river.
   The diamond stars appear,
they each look like a silver tear.
   A crescent moon appears out of
the fiery sunset. Away flies the dove.
   God's good grace and majesty
spread across the sky. He's looking down on you and me.

Depths of Love

   My love is as beautiful as the prettiest star above.
   My love is as deep as the deepest blue sea.
   My love is as spotless as the whitest rose.
   My love is as pure as the whitest rose.
   My love is as fresh as the sweet hyacinth.
   My love is the diamond star, the cobalt sea, the milky white rose, the crystal creek and the fragrant crimson hyacinth. And best of all, my love loves me!

Salvation

From the tree to
               Calvary,
   God's love for you
               and me,
   Is manifest in this:
   He sent His only son
       to die upon a
       cross and now
   I'm Free!

Evil

   The evil that surrounds
us comes from deep
within the soul.
   Each soul fills
the space its
trying to woo.
   My spirit flies and
then falls deep into
the depths of
Evil.

Christmas Poem: for EHB

   Snow is falling, love is soaring.
Christmas day is here.
   Jesus, born Son of God, child of
Mary, flesh and blood. Come to
Earth to love and save, so that
man will no longer die.
   Come to take a cross in
exchange for our salvation,
loving everyone from
every tribe and nation.

Frustration

I love you, but you don't
know! I've only loved you for a
short time, when will you
see?
You're mine in my heart,
and you belong to no one.
You're your own person and
have no ties holding you down.
One day you'll see.

Triangle

I love you, but you don't
know! I've loved you oft so long,
when will you see?
You are mine in my heart, but
in reality you belong to someone
else.
I love you, you love her and
you are afraid that she won't see.

Tears of the Sea

  Awoken deep inside, a longing for the sea. For the salty breath and uncountable depth. A longing inside that won't go away, tearing me up every day.
   Homesick on land, faraway from the sea. What is this thing that is calling to me? So far within land, longing for the deep, wishing and hoping that the desire will disappear with sleep.
   I feel the sea crying deep within my soul, wrenching me apart. The sea's tears well up in my eyes and somewhere I hear her sighs.
   How can this happen? How can this be? A passion so great it cannot, will not, be suppressed within me.

Georgia Sunrise

   Quiet and subtle. Gently taking over the sky. Tinges of pink,
yellow and blue. Not held back by bars or doors.
   Pushing against the night, straining for the day. Gracing
the day with beauty and light. Hiding, shyly, behind trees.
   Pushing, changing to orange. Straining for more color and
light. Dancing on a cloud. Racing the cars on the highway.
   Soft dew hangs on the air, waiting for the signal. Glory and
majesty, beauty and grace. Peeking from behind the trees and
peering at the people below.
   Sweeping across the sky, taking one's breath away with the
sheer majesty of it.

Love Song to...

    It's unmoving, it's unchanging.
It's wonder and amazing.
   It's shaking, it's the moon and the
sun and the stars. Is it love? Is it
my turn to dance? Is it time for
my dreams to come true? Or is
it a passing feeling, that I'm
believing is true?
   If it's love, will I realize it? Will
I see it? Will I wait long enough to
catch the breath I am losing?
   What is love?
   It's patient, unmoving, unchanging,
amazing and wonderful. It's the
birds, the sky, it's the moon, the
sun, it's the stars. It's everything
I'm dreaming of.