baby steps again

what's the lesson you're learning today
what's the part that you're given to play
when everyone's gone
and you're standing alone
what are you going to say?

how do you stay on your feet
how do you make each end meet
when all the balls fall
and there's no one to call
can you keep off of the street?

maybe it's blessed that you see
when your strength isn't all it need be
you come to the end
all you need is a friend
who can come to your rescue quickly.

His grace is sufficient today
is the one thing i'm learning to pray
when stress fills my cup
and i want to give up
i'm finding the strength to obey.

what's the end to this story i'm writing
what's the end to this battle i'm fighting
if i know Who wins
and He's conquered my sins
then my dreams of the future are bright'ning. 

Valentine's Part 2

theme: breakup

i woke up this morning with you
in my head and thought to
call to hear your voice and
in the delicious warmth then
came the icy thought
that stopped my heart
no more
you will not call nor will i
for we are no longer
in a moment the small word
three letters
fell
and carried with it
all the hopes and
dreams of our future so it is
no more
and painfully true comes this
thought that you
who i loved
chose to walk away
so i will stay alone
in this sunny room while the
chill grips my heart
until i think of you
no more

Valentine's Part 1

(this 14 February i decided to pull some poems from the archives. the first was written over 5 years ago and the 2nd as part of an assignment--not related to anything i was going through at the time. i thought as i re-read them they both fit on this day to celebrate romantic love. enjoy)

if this is love
the smiles the laughs
the way you talk about your past
the memories i never shared

if this is love
the way you spin me close
your words weaving spells
those eyes that sparkle

if this is love
comfortably near you
a mind that reads mine
dreams trembling on my tongue

if this is love
it's harder than i dreamed
more amazing than a sunrise
a high price worth it all

spring thoughts

spring has come
again
another year has turned
tender flowers slowly open
surrounded by green grasses
drinking in cool showers
the scent of daphne on the breeze
the valley blooms
beneath frosted mountains
the brown drought a memory
held only by dead trees
i marvel at transformation
such beauty makes me giddy
its fragility
only enhances
poured out with abandon
for the joy to come
though love be crushed
rejected and denied
the reminder of spring comes
new life awaits
though forsaken
though buried
love will triumph