Beginning of Spring

It takes the real warmth
from the bright sun
to remind us that nothing
can last forever.
That winter will always
melt away with its snow
and that underneath
a suffocating blanket
there are things
ready to come to grow again
It is when all seems lost,
when the world
seems to be ending
that the sun comes out
and warms us with rays
of hope.

cold hands

His hands were cold
like ice,
giving me goosebumps
as they slid along
as they sunk deep
into me,
to all the places
that were never meant
to be touched
by hands that bend
and break.
Those hands froze me
like a stream in winter
stopping everything
from carrying on
as it should.
and all I could do
was wait for spring.

Second Chances

Sometimes it takes a mistake;
that voyage so far away
from everything dear and familiar:
comfortable. Away from love
to show us how much we need it.
And it takes us trying, scrambling
running around without our heads
to figure things out on our own.
It takes all the blunders
the days, nights, years
that we wish had never happened,
the wrong turn, u-turns, and bad maps
to help us figure out
that what we were looking for
what we were so desperate to try and find
all on our own,
was standing right there
with arms wide open.
And when we finally come home exhausted
from the wild goose chase
He's still standing there.
You see, He loves broken people
He loves holes, worn out things,
old things, unloved things
because He loves to gather them back
into His arms--even after they've run
and to give them a second chance.
He always forgive,
He always renews
He always hopes
He always restores
He always loves
and He always heals.

a look back

She liked to keep her heart
well protected, surrounded
by thick impenetrable walls
to keep it safe from the harm
it had already suffered.
But little did she know
she was pouring cyanide
down her throat and
she was destroying
the very thing she tried
so hard to protect.

Then one night not so long ago
a hand found a crack
and slipped in rescue
the barely beating heart
so corroded by the poison
she had let herself eat
for years never realizing
just how little was left.
And as soon as that hand touched
her struggling heart
everything that had been lost
was completely restored
and her walls crumbled that night.

After that she'd never be the same.

Need

I realized tonight
that the true essence
of this so-called
"Human condition"
is not that we are
so seperated from
each other that
we will never
understand one another
but that we forget
what really makes us
human is our need.
It's so easy to
let ourselves get caught
in the traps and brambles
of other distractions
or lost within ourselves
and we forget so easily
that what makes us
what we are
is this need for
perfect
unconditional
love.

* I know this is so cheezy but it's 4 in the morning give me a break

Soothe

Sometimes I find comfort
in the onset of night.
It soothes me
with its quiet darkness;
its cool cover
like a bandage
from the wounds of the day
that reminds me
nothing lasts forever.
That the sun rises and sets
"tomorrow, tomorrow..."
night whispers,
"shall be another day,
as for now,
it is time to rest."

to night

The sky is quiet tonight,
it hangs dark over the world
like a cool black sheet
only a sliver of the moon
shining upon the city below
illuminated by the millions
of small yellow lights.
Right now the night's silence
is strangely comforting
as its cool air slips through
the open window, ruffling curtains
and caressing my cheek.
Sometimes I need night,
I need a quiet friend
whose presence I can enjoy
without anything being said.

And Hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out His love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit whom He has given us.
Romans5:5

grey skies

Disappointment...
it is a word
and a feeling
that sits stirring with unrest
in the very pit of your stomach.
Maybe next time,
things will turn out just right.
Like this life is only a dress-rehersal
and tomorrow you'll wake up
with a fresh start.
Though in your heart you knew
all along that this was your only shot.
Perhaps it wasn't worth,
daring to have hope.
but it would've taken away
the dull ache of disappointment
but it also fades away joy
in the end it is hope that saves you.
Hope that perhaps tomorrow will bring
something better,
and that someone is looking after
our best interests even when we're not.