“Creatives are fit and strong,” I read somewhere in time. I tried to test the statement out, But I am uncertain I know Or understand its meaning. There are days I can Hardly place my feet upon The floor without crying out, Days I search my mind for words Finding nothing I can score. So I rummage round, find myself A smile, try it on for a little while, Often, I fall into a bout of tears Because of missing others Who once blessed my years. Days trot on and hours pass Galloping by, I must eat the pain Going dancing forward to a tune, Hold on, keep moving, do not Walk away from what tests you. This is only a temporary trial God assures it will surely pass I can hold on by His grace Another moment, soon enough He brings me through it. All endured fades into the past, Tomorrow holds brilliant dreams Scintillating possibilities abound With the triumphant rising of the sun A chance to influence eternity.
My adventures of being unable to get on the internet by computer continue. Not a good island to be marooned upon. Thank God the tablet hooks up.
The dark, bright windows Tell the tale in just one look, Eyes of loving soul.
I put away fear To meet you out here, nothing Seems a certainty, But that you have taken hold Of the beating heart of me. I run and away From much calling me, “Come close!” I cannot escape How you have captivated And claimed all my attention.
I listen for it One small word among many Which might change my life, But your lips are entertained With other occupations.
I manage myself At times, others I am storm clouds Above roaring waves Without option of calm, I Become raging tempest.
Where there is hardship God is always near to share His kindness and strength, He loves us unconditionally; We survive through His support.
When we do not belong When our hearts cannot find a song When all the pieces Are out of line, far from place We still occupy optimum space; If we remember If we observe what surrounds us, If we diligently continue We know God is always near, Jesus also suffered while here. We are called upon To be lights, inspiration, To lend beating hearts To the cause of Salvation So all may come to Jesus.
Our battles may be Many and we wish to be free Yet we are fully loved Wholly blessed in every moment By God who fortifies our lives. How we carrty on How we stand firm, dedicated, The Blessed Savior Takes our hearts, sets us apart, A generation in Christ’s hope We become His messengers Carrying God’s miraculous story Into all the stormy places Where He changes people, lives.
Some do not understand Why we turn and walk away Never Knowing our fragile hearts How they beat another rhythm When we give ourselves today, How the tears are Ripples From the fountains feeding Who we try to be while Feeling incomplete vessels Sampled forms deserted for Others With greater prospects, appeal, Turned with haste into examples Of what may have been, through Greater effort within potential.
The light finds each flaw Magnifies the cracks, spaces, Where There is still a chance To advance, to be adorned With the singular lovelinesses Admitting sudden fascinations Displacing consternations. All In all, it is in God’s hands Who may bless possible plans Or sudden, place us on Another path With probabilities grander Than anything previously Understood By who we could become.
There is a point reached Time And time once again When the gift becomes Almost An aching burden for freedom Because there is a wonder Why The labor which cannot be Deserted has nothing more to Recommend It continue to the wandering Mind that wishes to whet its Purpose In a pool of sensations better Suited to its voracious appetite But Realizes its sentence is born In the flash of creativity Without Any more reason than words Exist and hungry call for writing.