Curiosities of a lover

 

A sort of shyness draws me in, 

The way your soul can feel,

Rhythms of the tide and waves,

And all the flowers are real. 

Perhaps it is of the leaves and limbs,

That I have missed you by, 

If I'd mistaken you for less,

Than the image that you fly.

When out of the world i live in,

You approached me from behind. 

I was surprised by the breeze, 

I didn't expect to rewind. 

Like pleasant sort of sound,

I'd like to hear again,

Something grounded my attention,

I was readier to listen. 

Somethings we try to know,

Sometimes we know to try. 

Exquisite roots of the soul, 

When something new came alive. 

Candles in the forest night,

Of every angle burning white, 

Symphonies of freedoms found, 

Cascading moments of delight.

When everything is alright. 

Household of my heart

I have a door, 

I know no more,

But that it is hard to get through.  

From what i can see,

It is somewhat me,

Somewhat the others too. 

The windows are quite quality,

Shaped by years of reciprocity,

The flowers are well fed.

The mirrors there are many

For I reflected much, like any,

And the books in the walls are read. 

The floors are green,

As if to seem,

That the glorious grass may grow.

The upstairs is tidy,

The basement is mighty, 

A serious mess of mazes.

But if you look closely, 

you'll see the beauty,

Of all the mysterious faces. 

Recipe for a sister

When God gave me a sister, 

He knew i’d need a friend

Someone who’s loyalty

Would never, ever end

Someone who’s softness 

Would inspire me to try 

To see the people around me

With more compassionate eyes

A friend to climb the stairs with

A friend to walk the mall 

Always ready and listening

For texting or a phone call 

She knows about my secrets

She knows what goes on inside

And out of all the sisters

God chose you to stand by my side.

Thirties

 Please don’t let me be solidified

Sanctified and rectified

In the cage of my age

Age is a number but also a season

The slowing of my growth is also a reason

I fear the subjective results of my body’s response

But let me never stop the bleeding of my soul

For within the flow, it makes me whole

I see clearer behind then I do ahead

Lord fall on me again afresh

Allow me with your soul to mesh

Do not allow this world deceiving

To take my life and leave me grieving

I live.

I live in the rehlm of the uncommon 

Within the company of the not forgotten

Because what you got, 

is what they’re not

When it’s all over you’ll be at the top

You’ve got the fire for a phantom dream, 

The uncommon means, 

Your eyes are on fire,

They’ve got that gleam. 

Walking those halls with your head hung low, 

Storing the fire way down below

You’re different from them, 

it was what you feared. 

But child don’t judge yourself, 

by the company of peers. 

Because what you got, 

is what they’re not, 

and when high school is all forgotten,

you’ll live in the realm of the uncommon. 

Keep the fire for that phantom dream. 

Fishing for answers

Ive never encountered such a complicated knot of questions than that about my own vulnerability.

I’m addicted to overcoming obstacles, perhaps to the point of seeking out obstacles if there are no immediate challenges to be found.

Humbleness and fear creeps in when I realize I’m not in control. Exposing past pain and vulnerable areas puts me in an unpredictable emotional position, and I do fear the consequences of letting those soft spots surface.

Grace

I see myself in the shadows 
of the things that I lack

The goals that I carry 
are things to unpack

Are they things that I can taste 
or am I grasping the wind

If I’m working my gifts
 maybe it’s a thing I can win.

If I can feel a lead 
from a passionate prayer,

I know that in pursuit of God 
it will take me there. 

The journey is never over
 so why would I stop

Finding the footsteps
 where his grace has dropped