Category: Poetry

Life and Change

April 16, 2014 | By | Add a Comment

Life is never what you expect, nor especially what you plan.
You can end up in places in which you never began.
Such has been my life, over this past year,
In a new place, with new friends, and in a new career.
The change I did not foresee, nor ever would I have guessed,
Yet the change, out of all possible things, is perhaps the best.
This is a good reminder of my finite perspective,
My best thoughts, on my best day, are at best defective.
And so I am learning that I am not my best guide,
There is another, greater and wiser, in whom I must abide.

The Source

December 9, 2013 | By | Add a Comment

Our greatest need is of love,
and its greatest source is above.
In all we seek we search for joy,
in this our strength we do employ.
In all our searching we long for peace,
that our security we might increase.
We know the beauty of persistent patience,
for all have needed others to be gracious.
How lovely is the propriety of kindness,
in those who for malice have only blindness.
We all esteem the quality of goodness,
and with such things are content to rest.
A friend knows the need of faithfulness,
without which a heart can be torn abreast.
The wise know the greatness of gentleness,
which the proud only feel in moments of weakness.
Like a raging fire is a man without self-control,
while those who walk in wisdom men do extol.

Alas, from what source can all such qualities come?
Those knowing their own heart, know only one.

The Storm

November 3, 2013 | By | 1 Comment

My heart hurts,
a feeling hard to describe,
as if I have been rejected,
and wounded inside.
My hopes destroyed,
as reality becomes clear,
what I wanted will not be,
yet what is I shall not fear.

Thunder and lightning flash and roll,
God moves, his purposes he unfolds.
In his plans thus will I trust,
and not in my own, who am but dust.

Black and White

October 29, 2013 | By | Add a Comment

“How much easier would it be if everything were right or wrong?”
I ask this selfishly, hoping risk did not to life belong.
And try as I might, to fit everything into its place,
In reality such simplicity is simply not the case.
Most decisions are not merely a matter of wrong or right,
Slowly am I learning few things are black and white.

Indecision

October 24, 2013 | By | 2 Comments

Indecision is a plague, that slowly sickens the soul.
It robs us of our freedom, and blackens the heart like coal.
Its remedy I know not, for I play an unknown role.
But search for it I will, to make my brokenness whole.