Shelf.

Your tears remind me
Of myself, never forget
Me, my love on a shelf.   

I'm broken (psalm)

I'm broken before you again
I helplessly lay upon the floor waiting,
Waiting for your rescue oh God,
I'm empty of life and tired to death
To the point where I can not cry out
Yet you come to save me,
Did I need ask of you to rescue
And did I need ask you to die? 
Nails to pin down the son of God
Whips to slice open his tired back
Innocent blood spilled for my guilty heart
Oh Father you truly are God!

Silent

This is the last, the
Last writing I'll ever pen,
Silent tears drip onto the page
I can't let go. 

Puffs of Fluff. (Haiku)

Puffs of fluff flying
Overhead --casting shadows
On spring's sunny day. 

Dreams (Haiku)

When I close my eyes
I wish I were different
I dream to be changed.

Sleepless

This is another sleepless night thinking of you
I cry for what I can't do
And forgive me my darling
For not being enough for you.

Truth

I want you to know the truth
Even if it breaks you,
I want you to know who loves you
Even it makes me a fool,
Search no longer for something to fill
Christ is chasing you
He is searching for you,
I want you to know the love I know
The life that I know, you just don't know
You don't know that
God loves you.

Spring's Winds (Haiku)

Little yellow kite
Let spring's winds carry you far
From my empty hands.     

City Lights (Haiku)

My two eyes reflect

The starry heavens, city

Lights turned upside down.

Amber. (Haiku)

The night sky drips black
Ink across amber, beauty's
Kiss to comfort me.        . 

   

Calm (Haiku)

I walk beneath a
Weeping sky that calms even
Daylight to deep night. 

Father's Afflictions.

Little child don't
Cry, Daddy is coming home
He heard your cries.

Young person lost in
Addiction, no one cares, but
Jesus is afflicted.

Wife who's man left and
Did he replace, your tears of pain
Stain Jesus's face.


I once laid dead in
My sin hating life and looking for an end
But Jesus my life did he defend.

My life for his, What
But true love would conduct such
A trade? 

Whisper

It's late and my mind is running wild

But the last ticking thought trickles down and out,

Only

Little child you won't understand what I'm saying

For it's far past your mind's reasoning and comprehending,

Old man and woman let my secret be spoken silently lest unkind ears hear my mind of drear,

Unfortunately your ears are not quite up to par-- I have not uttered anything so far,

Young people who dream about life and stare at the stars in wonderment and gasp

Are there already too many worries on your minds to grasp? I will refrain once again from revealing

My hidden thinkings lest I mess with your own mind tinkerings,

Sadly having not found a single soul who would understand and who would know I retire to my bed

Where I will sleep and forget till tomorrow.