Cracked

I don't ask for safety
From the storm
Let it beat me down
Till I'm lost and forlorn
Leave me in the dark
Without a guide
Strip me of everything
Including my pride
I don't need protection
From the hurt
It's expected here
Down in the dirt
Let the blade of this knife
Sink into my heart
It's cracked already
Rend it apart
I don't ask for answers
To shed some light
On why I cried myself
To sleep last night
But please dear God
In my distress
Make something beautiful
Out of this mess.

Beautiful Unknown

Confusion
It's nothing new
I guess it keeps me
Running to You
Rain on my window
Thunder in my sky
Strangely bringing comfort
To my troubled mind
Maybe that's the answer
Simplicity
When we all strive so hard
To be all that we can be
Perhaps the point was lost
Somewhere along the way
Trying to figure out tomorrow
Instead of living for today
Discontentment
A familiar feeling
Yet almost peaceful
As my mind is reeling
I know You're here
With outsretched hand
Come walk with me
Through this untrodden land.

Something Extraordinary

I wish I had something
Profound to say
An unusual happening
That occurred today
But as I look back
Over the hours
They were just as productive
As painting flowers
Nothing went wrong
Nothing went right
Just another day
Already slipped into night
So as much as I'd love
To write something inspiring
My words would only serve
To be useless and tiring
There is just one thought
Coherent at least
That remains with me now
When all others have ceased
I wish you were here
Amidst all this ordinary
To make each day
Something extraordinary.

Pina Colada

I drive up to the window
What a nice sunny day
What a nice looking man
Then I'm struck with dismay
I don't know what to order
I can't read the sign
Coffee or tea?
A smoothie would be fine
Too many flavors
All behind my review mirror
Would it be so difficult
To move the list nearer?
Then it catches my eye
The very last one
Pina colada
My thinking is done
"Would you like whipped cream?"
What a silly question
"Yes please," I say
For it is my secret obsession
I drink it too fast
No need to be surreptitious
It's worth the cold attack
Because it is delicious.

Run

I've brought you through fire
Given a breath of fresh air
The heat has cleansed
The oxygen repaired
I've brought you down low
So I could lift you up
Emptied you out
So I could fill you up
You've tasted the bitterness
Experienced relief
Been caught in the whirlwind
Joy mixed with grief
Now are you ready?
To come walk with Me?
It's a slow, steady incline
The end you cannot see
It won't be too glamorous
Nor too dreadful a ride
Just a hill slanting upward
With Me by your side
You'll learn of My love
As we head towards the sun
And we'll walk on like this
Til you find the strength to run.

Ashes

A dream tightly gripped
By two feeble hands
Attatched to a string
Of plans and demands
An object, an idol
The possession of which
Could numb the wound
Impossible to stitch
A promising future
Castles in the sky
Awakened longing
Almost realized
A tap on the shoulder
Your words pierce my soul
"Do you trust Me?" You ask
"Enough to let go?"
My wish! My dream!
Yet I choose to trust
I open my hand
Revealing ashes and dust
Forgive misplaced hope
My humbled heart implores
Take this empty hand
And fill it with Yours.

Take 22

Blank pages scare me
It's as if they have eyes
Piercing to my very soul
Past my cheap disguise
Searching out the deeper part
Of all that lies within my heart
Unafraid of hurts
Undaunted by my dreams
Used to my ramblings
My emotional extremes
Clean and white and waiting
Eagerly anticipating
That's why it's hard for me
To pick up my pen and write
To disappoint my paper
And give myself a fright
For fear of when it is done
It will come out just like this one.