Tears

Sometimes the tears just have to fall.
Hit the ground.
It's broken, but it's beautiful.
The release of yourself.
You can't hide your feelings
or bottle them up in a case.
They tell the world you're human.
They send a message,
so deep, so profound,
that no one can fathom them except God.
The wet splashes on pavement
symbolizing something deeper.
The tears of all the world
fall down in sheets of rain.
All the sorrow, misery, and anguish
rolled into one great tide of release.
They aren't chains,
they're freedom.
The memories reflected as they roll down
show who you are,
why you're strong
and what you've gone through.
Tears are a beautiful thing.

Searchlights

Questions swirling in my head,
thoughts flying through my mind,
all tracing back to you.

Did I hurt you with my words?
Are you wounded by my actions?
I strive for peace.

I feel so restless,
I'm waiting for you to come,
say it's ok.

We're funny things
in a funny world
made up of oddity.

You worry me,
I think you're on the edge,
and I pray.

Angels protect you,
help from Heaven sent,
to guide you back my way.

I don't know where you are,
lost in the colorful crowd,
maybe standing to the side.

My eyes search,
guided by the One
who knows all.

Is it you?
Or are you a mask,
sent to distract?

I dive deeper into my map,
re-reading my directions,
following them beyond the letter.

I will find you,
or will you find me?
In perfect time.

Decision

Distractions--
all around.
I try to hear your voice through the mix,
but new ones just keep appearing,
trying to drown you out.
You call to me,
instructing me on
the road to follow.
Choices surround me,
I feel so lost.
So many possibilities,
but only one is right.
I read the manual,
but it seems like
it's written in code.
I need the key
to the map of my
road of life.
I'm searching,
ever searching,
for the one that makes all clear.
You know the who,
the why, when, where, and what.
Reach for my hand through the crowd!
Draw me into your presence,
and reveal the path
you want me to take.

Home

You speak to me,
I feel your whisper in the wind.
Your words graze my cheeks,
as I watch a bird float by.
My skin tingles,
your sweet aroma tickles my nose.
Is this love?
Is this life?
I see in Your light.
It's so dark,
but you come by,
and I can see everything.
What was dim
shines brightly.
Meet with me,
grab my hand,
and take me to a place
where you are.
In your arms
I am home

Grace

"At the cry of the first bird,
they began to Crucify Thee, O Swan.
Never shall lament cease because of that.
It was like the parting of day from night!
Ah, sore was the suffering borne
by the body of Mary's Son.
But sorer still to Him, was the grief
that for His sake came upon his Mother."

I tripped and fell,
slid my face into the dirt.
Again.
Every time I feel like giving up.
I'll never walk.
I'll never run.
I might not even crawl.
Every time you give me your hand--
lift me up from the dirt,
and softly whisper
"try again."
You grasp my hand firmly
and say, "if you let me lead,
you won't ever fall."
I get up, take a step.
Then I notice the flowers
on the side of the path.
My hand starts to slide,
reaching to the petals.
"Hold tight to me!"
I ignore-- I want to
feel these blossoms.
I suddenly start slipping,
and fall face first in the dirt.
Again.
You pick me up,
brush off the dirt,
and offer me your hand.
Again.
I grasp your hand tightly,
gaze up at you,
and begin to walk.
I feel secure.
You look down at me and smile.
We start going faster.
Soon I am sprinting.
I see the finish line ahead!
We laugh and dash forward,
to the end of the track.
"Well done, my child."

If you knew me....

You don't know me.
You think my silence means I judge.
You think I'm shy because I don't speak.
You don't know me.
You think my constant laughing means my head's full of air.
You think I like all corny jokes.
You don't know me.
You think my gaze is a blank stare.
You don't see my eyes searching for your soul.
You don't know me.
You think my smile means I'm happy.
You think I'm laughing at you.
If you knew me--
You'd know I'm silent because I'm pondering.
You'd know I can't ever think of the right things to say.
You'd know I'm bursting with questions, waiting to flood out.
You'd know I want you to speak to me--I want to know you.
You'd know that I'd never judge you for being who you are.
If you knew me--
You'd know I laugh for many reasons.
I laugh when I'm embarrassed.
I laugh when situations turn awkward.
I laugh to try and make people comfortable.
I laugh because I love the people I'm with.
I laugh because of the silly thoughts running through my head.
I laugh because you said something that made me laugh.
If you knew me--
You'd know my eyes are searching you, trying to dig deep.
You'd know I'm memorizing every detail about you.
You'd know that I need to stare in order to think deep thoughts.
You'd know I'm trying to let you know that you're important.
You'd know I'm trying to understand your feelings.
If you knew me--
You'd know I smile to make others happy.
You'd know I smile to hide my tears.
You'd know I smile because God is good.
You'd know I smile because I am happy to see you.
You'd know I smile because it's softer than a laugh.
You'd know I smile because of my secret thoughts.
You don't know me.
If you knew me....