At the beach

As I sit here, without a want, a care, no pressure
I feel peace, contentment, and lesser
Responsibility than I have felt since I was a child,
When happiness was real, and the world was still wild.
But my heart was tamed, by myths and deadlines,
My loves were misguided, and my mind intertwined,
By a barage of untamable thoughts,
False assumptions, rules and oughts. 
They choked out my life, that pure  and innocent child,
Who lost himself, and what it meant to be wild.

Free me, O God, to freely your image bear.
That my life would be filled with love, and  that to live I might dare.

Coming Home Without Find Home

When I came home, I thought I was coming home.
I sought peace, but found pressure.
I needed order, but found chaos.
I saw what needed to be done, and I tried to do it.
I couldn’t do it.
I tried so hard to fix it.
I can’t fix it.

When I came home, I needed rest,
Instead I found toil.
I seek rest, but cannot find it.

A Prayer:
Take my fragmented heart, and mend it together, oh gracious God.
Grant rest to a very weary servant.
Grant me wisdom for my path, and peace for my heart, that I might live in your peace all my days.
I would rather be anything and be happy in you than an over stressed person whose wishes were granted.
Help me to find peace. Help me to find you.
To seek you and to seek peace is one and the same.

Pipes

Pipes, and fire, underneath the stars,
Smoke, crickets, near and afar.

Cold, darkness, unaware of time,
Sounds, silence, intoxicate like wine.

Friendship, honesty, a shared lack of longing,
Souls, together, impressions of belonging.

The world, distractions, melt away like wax,
Here, finally, a place to relax.

Gilead

There is a quietness to life that I seldom hear,
Distraught as I am with distraction and fear.
There are rare and precious moments when the world is both forgotten and embraced,
when my heart then finds contentment, peace, and grace.
But why are most moment a means rather than an end?
Perhaps I strive for a love upon which I need only depend.

Awake

Listening to the rain, I see the first rays of dawn amongst the midst,
as if the morning is awakening the world with a soft and soundless kiss.
And here am I, barely awake and already seeking something for which to strive,
am then truly awakened by the rain, and only then, feel alive.

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