Frontiers

Pushing foward one step

Leaving behind everthing

Seeking more, seeking with all

That beat in my chest

That dream playing in my mind

Stories to come

History behind

New borders beyond

This isn't the final

This is faithfulness

a rant on overextended adolescence

Overextended adolescence has taken us by the throat. The child becomes the grown up- yet the bar remains all too low. Generations before laid the floor too far down. Their ceiling is the first steps of these to come. But they too often don't invest and only suppress. Creativity tried to thrive-but maybe good intentions, maybe indecision, only cause the imagination to die. We don't give them room to breathe, all we do is chalk up their inefficiency, shoving it in their face."Be a child-live your life, at at 35 I'm sure you'll realize, now maturity will arrive." Instead we watch them go from edge to cliff no finger is lifted to help. They all have troubles at this age- but we don't try to help them learn the lesson from our book, our name on the page. 'Cause the dark pit is swallowing lives.You see David lead an army and ruled a nation, "but these youth- they're full of vain imaginations." Mary carried a King when they don't have the ability to even carry their own dreams. Anne wrote the diary of an era-but they die before they realize they have no need to wait to see their story start. Rachel started a reaction of hope-but we have lost all of ours in this out of control nameless mass. Lets allow the children to grow up and be who they are-reach out and guide them- help them cling to a Greater Cause. For its up to us to see this through- where the next generation goes- relies on the trail you've left to follow.

Desk of Memories

Pages mount on the desk of memories.

 stories, poems, thought and lesson plans

  No red marker to correct

   Only pen and paper to revise

    a constant student of words I am

     books of life lay inside these lines

      What is it all for?

       They lay there graded by me

        critiqued by me, on the desk of memories

       there is no rubric for the form

      no time for rough drafts

     these stories, poems, thoughts and lesson plans

    are written in bold emotion

   with italicised mindsets 

  and underlined meanings

 lay it down to get it all out

As the pages mount on the desk of memories

The Words I Whispered

Standing there with your hands on my sides

The grin on your face mirrored in mine

Our laughter could be heard down the road

This moment too sweet-can I make it pause?

These words are caught in my throat

As my eyes get pulled to the lightning from afar

The thunder above echoes our applause

A kiss on the forehead nearly pushed me over the edge

Butterflies rise inside as a sigh escapes

If I could only get this out- do you know I feel this way?

This memory remains now- on my heart engraved

With my cheek in your hand, my lips ready to say your name

Yet as we said goodbye I watched my moment slip away

Still I whispered those words to the dark in your wake.

Letting the Thoughts Flow

The tick of a typewriter wont compare to the frustrated rhythm of thoughts.
A constant whack of hammering stress tries to latch to my every breath.
Heavy is my chest as the soul gasps- grasping to be free of these worries.
What the heart knows- my mind wont be convinced.
He who has promised is faithful, what does it look like to walk in trust?
Like the typewriters tape, thoughts snake and choke my words.
Prayers come desperate and quick. The bar slides-am I just losing ground?
You see me confident; standing tall. 
But inside with every strike of the key my stature shrinks.
Insecurities spelled out.
"X" marks the spot where a typo was exposed.
Reword and try again, fingers tremble a the slurred prose.
I may be wavering but BLAST! I will hope.
Learn to dance in rhythm with the ticking thoughts
The hammer is a chisel to reveal the soul on the inside of this marble shell.

Where Does the Lightning Bug Sleep?

Lightning bug in the day, 

Ive never noticed you before!

At night you shine-

You are the star that hovers close-and shoots far!

But when the dawn meets the day- 

I've never considered where you go to stay.

Do you try with all your might 

To continue to shine and show your light? 

While all we do is walk on by-

Ignoring you and your unique design.

Sometimes I feel I am at fault

Of ignoring creation in all it's facets

No second thought, no time to halt.

Though the Father whispers-

Slow down in this moment and catch it!

I will choose to both look for and see

All that this day brings to me.

And when dusk meets the night,

Lightning bug, I'll appreciate even more, your beautiful sight!

Inhale With Body, Soul and Spirit

Each breath- laborious to take

Rest you say.

Sit still you say.

Peace you say.

The breathing mask cups my mouth, 

As tender as a loving hand to my cheek.

Deep inhale of grace.

Rasping vocal chords-

Sore from frustrated cries.

Pained from desperately screamed prayers

A soothing cool balm,

Coats this voice of mine.

Inhale. Faith pierces my sore lungs.

Heart beating too fast to keep up.

The rhythm out of place-

As my mind flounders in these thoughts

Pounding my chest-

Seeking relief in Your eyes.

Inhale a deluge of love. I catch my breath.

+ 1 Timothy 1:14 (MSG)
"Grace mixed with faith and love poured over me and into me. And all because of Jesus."