Waxing poetic today..

Reflecting on this past week, Outreaches I love, the life I get to live, adoption, waiting, getting time away with Dean, loving and being worked on my Jesus to be more like Him, I was reminded of some poems I had written about life. Thought I'd post them today, they sum up me and my heart.

May it always be full of HIM...

Friday, May 02, 2008

Eight thousand miles away
Eight thousand miles away, and I can't hold you.
Eight thousand miles away and you don't even know me.
How many times have you cried?
How many times?

Small and needing, you lost her.
Small and needing, He couldn't care for you.
How many times have you cried?
How many times?
Family tried, did they love you?
why did they leave you?
You lost them too.
How many times have you cried?
How many times?

Sweet ladies took you in, they love you, care for you, kiss you.
They know you will leave them soon.
How many times will they cry?
How many times have we cried?
How many times have you cried?
Many times.

Eight thousand miles away and I can't hold you.

soon...


Friday, November 30, 2007

The Poor

I can read of you and I feel something.
I even cry when I see you thin and hungry.
I judge you when you hold a sign, when you smell, or look ugly.
I drive by you walking in the rain.
I see you sleeping on the street again.
When I touch you, I want to weep.
When you are locked away and your babies we keep.
I visit your home where you sell yourself away.
I give you groceries and your child a book.
I don't know your life or the abuse you took.
But I can't look away anymore.
I can't leave even with a wide open door.
So what am I to do? You are now really a "You".
I see your face when I pray, when I look at my children.
I see your face again, again and again.
I read of you and I feel something.
I look at you and I see you.
I look at you and I see Jesus.


Saturday, November 17, 2007

1967

Born when rebellion was the trend.
Lived with rebellion as my Friend.
Independence is what kept me a live.
Independence is why I died.
Fear was easier then surrender.

I asked "How do I let it go?"
"Hold my hand, trust and the path I will show."
Ah, I can never be done.
I can never think there is not more.

My wretched machine lies in pieces on the floor.
BUT it is still here,still being perfected every day.
I must always RUN but never RUN away.


Friday, February 03, 2006

Fly Butterfly Fly

Where did she go?
I know but I cant say.
Does she remember when she was at peace?
Before her innocence went away.

Down on the floor,
he wipes his feet on her again.
But she is happy for it, if only then
cuz' the time comes and she aches for more,
oh where is her door?

I see her cry with a feeling of lack
and then accept the feet on her back.
and the world goes on,
they sing another song,
She just takes it another day,
for her there is no other way.

Where did she go?
I know but I cant say.
Does she remember when she was at peace?
before her innocence went away.

I see a little girl, so much hope inside,
Can she get back there, find a safe place to hide.
The secret place, to renew her hope again
The place we find our one true friend.

Where did she go?
I know but I cant say.
Does she remember when she was at peace?
before her innocence went away.

Fly butterfly fly.

Comments

those are good, girl!