When Becoming

Inside the self where
All the thrust resides and builds
As hunger occurs
There hide those sweet, warm pleasures;
The keeping of life throughout.
Facilitating
Creativity we each
Stand sometimes alone,
But loneliness is a free
Boundary designed to transcend.
Heaven’s gates not far
From we who contemplate soft
Sounds of quiet taste
Recommending love every
Cell can fully share abroad.
We do not succumb
To the devices some others
Place before our face
We react as freedom’s agents
Giving of the things needed
That all everyone
Has to accomplish aided
Each along varied paths
Reaching together we come
Into the lightened place
Where dreams are made our full truth
And love nurtures us.

Notes in Line O5/22/20

The face you can see
Is an open window to
The heart, mind, and soul,
But when you turn, walk away,
You block out the light of day.

*******

Maybe I cannot
Walk today because of pain,
But if I must crawl
To come beside, with, you here
It will be small price to pay.

*******

No one loves me, you,
As does the Savior who gave
Up Heaven for us,
Giving His life, sacrifice,
To buy us eternity.

*******

What seems so simple
Is the love finally found
Within friendship bound.

Sometimes I have things leftover in my journal that for some reason I did not share. These are some of those.

Swim

When we dive into
The water, it helps if we
Have learned how to swim,
Cause waves may wash us under
And we will rise up again.
Drowning is unpleasant
It can steal our lives away
We have too much to accomplish
To give up so carelessly.
So if our lifeboat seems
Unstable or will not take us far
The water may invite us
To trust our buoyant strength.
Swimming we are captains
Of all, we may foresee
We are wholly able to reach out
Grasping our eternal liberty.
No one can take us into the depths
Or bring us to safe shores,
We must brave all the ocean
To finally master our goals.
When we have all completed
It suddenly becomes clear
Every stroke we made
Each breath within our lungs
We never were alone
We were fully supported;
The Savior led us home.

This particular poem is composed as a song. If I had the skill I would write the music.

What May Be Proposed

I write certainly,
As if I have figured out
This relationship,
But the reality is
I just hope; I do not know.
Writing is a test
Of who I am or become
Each given minute
Pieces fill up splices where
They fit into arrangement.
What you see is not
Always exactly my thought
The words which I sought,
A page proves elemental
Blanked screen a crude genie.
No matter how long
I live, step into the place
There is no guarantee,
Anytime, I harness what
Phrases I must communicate.
The reader’s hungry
Heart, like a hoarding dragon
May desire richer
Fare than here I can provide,
I hope as I seek insight
The pen I wield owns magic
Its toil may aptly prevail
As I wish myself a wordsmith
All written words do never fail.

Clearing

Today may not be
Exactly
What we dreamed of,
We are together in
Whatever it proves to
Be
And we can wait to see.
Hands reaching across
Time through space’s
Emptiness
To begin a blaze
Lighting up eternity.
We are the brightness of
Stars.
Nobody guesses
All the future entails,
Holds,
Until confronted
By positives, negatives,
Appearing choices
Before their minds.
The clouds seem much less
Threatening
After flowing by, leaving clarity,
Our shoulders straighten
Once we overcome obstacles
We never believed
Possible.
No one knows us like
They think, cause each of us
Is becoming who
We have never been
Before,
The future welcomes us, more.
If we are presently, here,
Discouraged in our tedium,
We must hold on, remember,
Tomorrow, it is just a breath
Away,
Encompassing everything
We may hope to be.

Stick around, there is definitely more.