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The Man with No God

April 24, 2014 | By | 6 Comments

I am strong.
I lie.
I need no one.
I cry.
I own my destiny.
But why?
I am self-sufficient.
But will die.

Who can tell me what to be?
I am free.
Who can tell me what to do?
I am true.

Such is the man who to no god is bowed.
His own god he is, alone, and proud.

Have You Ever?

April 18, 2014 | By | Add a Comment

Have you ever dreamed of being free?
From all the things you do not want to be.
Have you ever locked yourself inside?
To find that in yourself you cannot hide.
I have felt the same.
Have you ever loved and lost the fight?
For the one for whom you’d give your life.
Have you ever been afraid to die?
Feeling like you’ve wasted all your time.
I have felt the same.
Have you ever felt alone amongst a crowd?
While your loneliness screams out loud.
Have you ever felt a crushing guilt?
And wondered if you’d ever feel rebuilt.
I have felt the same.
Have you ever felt anxiety and shame?
And do not even know from where it came.
Have you ever felt like the only one?
Who struggles and perpetually feels undone.
I have felt the same.

If you feel broken, and do not know what to do,
Rest assured, I have felt the same as you.

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.