This oppressive heaviness weighs me down, Pressing me into silence again and again. Words fail me—mind, tongue, and pen— Until I feel like a bird whose wings Are bound tightly against its body, Unable even to struggle for flight, Much less fly. Somehow I must… must… MUST… Force myself to words again— Say what I […]
Night On The Lake
Moon glows over dark waters while Wisps of clouds wander by like pale ghosts. The light shines through them, between them, Giving glimmers of a night rainbow. The occasional boat lights Flash on the water, then speed off Leaving the broad swath of moonlight Undisturbed again.
After The Storm
All the furor surrounding me dies down after… Crisis over. Problem solved. Life resumes its “normalcyâ€? While I sit back and try to breathe, But air seems, well, Hard to find these days. My mind whirls at hectic pace. Now that outward calm is restored, Internal control slips askew. All the things I didn’t let […]
Dragon Transformed
Shedding skin like serpents Rubbing all the rough away; Slithering softly round to take off All the crusty hardness on my heart. I finally weep in weary longing Lying quiet at the feet of Him Who bears the scars where I have struck In anger at my plight, I wait for Judah’s lion claws To […]
temptation
poised on the edge, a precipice of poignancy, i ponder, pointlessly, sightlessly, empty of real thought. vague impressions wander across my mind like vagabonds trampling a garden. i stand staring, unmoving, frozen, almost, into a single moment while the silent emptiness beckons me with the familiarity of an old friend. this deep canyon of irrationality […]
Just You and Me
Seems wakefulness is a curse of mine. Well or ill, I lie sleepless— Staring at the ceiling, checking the time, mind going… Slow or fast, just going… Tonight it is illness and a song that sings Of Christ’s love for me and His arms Open wide reaching for my company, While all I can do […]
Journaling 3/1/04
This tension between knowing that I don’t deserve ___, and knowing that I am blessed as the daughter of the king is something that I have yet to come to grips with. On the one hand, I must acknowledge that since He is the potter and I am the clay, I am supposed to not […]
The Barrier of Language
So often, it is not what I write that matters… All of the lines and curves and scratches are paltry representations of a spoken language that cannot tell the heart’s truest emotions, except as mere shadows of expression.