Another Drive Home, Another Day

Driving down this familiar way. Here all distractions fade. So skillfully avoided in the fray, were the constant plagueing worries of my day.

With rain blurring the turns, like bad medicine- reality comes with a burn. Apathetic day dreams only make you loose your turn. When will I ever learn?

This drive is autopilot in my mind. Walking in the storm would bring solace of a kind. Music blarring avoiding preception's rewind. Engine reving, I'm another day behind. 

Hands left with nothing but to grip the wheel. I dont have control- thats all I ever feel. The end decision is something so hard to unseal. The yellow center line-thats what is real.

Forget The Birds With Broken Wings

Watch the bird as she floats on the wind

Invisible hands giving her flight

A furrowed brow wonders at the miracle

So free and naturally she goes, it only seems right

I've come close to flying out in the great somehwere

Felt the wind in my hair as I ran

Kept pushing forward as I waited for the right moment

At sight of sun shine-my lift was weighed down by the quicksand

Cruelly clipped many wings have been

I see passions all around fallen to the ground

Thats not me- I'm created for more

My Father lifts me up-Oh his voice, just the sound!

From my stomach to heart to thoughts,

The possibliities stir with the rustlingt of the trees

I lift up my face to the beauties in the sky soaring-

Thats when he whispers, "Ohy dear one, thats how I made you to be"

As The Unsure Deer

As the dear seeketh out a shelter

   So my soul seems to find something to fear

You alone set my spirit on fire

   And I long to cling to thee

I alone choose to bend my knee

   I alone make the choice to see

I alone choose to fan the fire

  And I long to die to me.

+ Psalm 42:1
As a deer pants for flowing streams,
so pants my soul for you, O God.

Inception

Suggestion of a path diverging from my own. Possibilities untold with an outcome appealingly unknown.

Not so deep yet that I cannot swim ashore. Still the waves of "what if" leave me shaking at my core. 

Imagination's sigh quickly bonded to the thought, as my limp hands empty of a map, scramble to find a route.

God, is this right? Do you want me in this place? Seeking your wisdom; I only want to obediently run this race.

Doldrums

Step by step
into the fog
where sight is forgotten
and lessons are blind
Transformation's
momentum
is brought to a halt
upon the precipice
above the plateau of
default.

GOD I want to
absorb this life
purpose in sight
gut adrift with butterflies
thick blood astir with passions
Spirit's breath
sets chest ablaze
where neutrals no longer an option
I stand at this cliff; there is only
action.