It's Time

It's time to start anew,
time to relearn
it's time to start fresh,
time to reinvest

Right now is the next step
visiting barriers I haven't known
building relationships not full grown
taking hit after hit of silence
blow after blow of unknown
I'm still on my feet
I still want more

I'm learning how to build again
how to not build up,
but let people in
to take all the right pieces
and put them in the wrong places
to scramble them up
and put them together again

Enter Life

"What good must I do to get life?", I ask
'You must let go of what you know
and hold on to what is true', he responded
I struggle and wrestle
a battle internally
a battle eternally
how do I let go
when what I hold
is all I know
to step off the boat
into the water,
will I sink?
will I float?
the man returns and says,
"If you empty your life
you will float
you can only rise
with the freedom I'll give you
will you enter?
will you run?"
I choose to enter,
but I enter alone
alone I am
with no freedom
loneliness only broken by selfishness
what I thought I entered,
I hadn't entered at all
the wise man returns a third time
he says to me,
"Alone this is impossible"
I ask the wise man,
"Will you stay and talk?"
A relationship then formed
a life soon reborn.

God's Painting

The sky, a pure blue,
dabbled with wisps of white clouds
the sun, beautiful and bright,
so bright I have to squint to write
underneath are mountains
distant and overlapping
blanketed by a morning fog
underlined by trees
a rigid prickly line
with no pattern
sealing me into a valley
encased are sloping hills,
lonely trees, families of trees, dead trees,
bushes and thickets abound
running down the center of the valley
dividing it perfectly in two
is a river zig-zaging through
glistening from the sun's rays
speaking with a whispering rush
so pleasant to my ears
so peaceful to my heart

Who Do You Say I Am?

On the way to the Philippi
worm from travel
he asked a question,
"Who do you say I am?"
the largest crowd spoke quickly,
with confusion and broken hearts
they yelled,
"a fraud, evil, a liar"
"a lunatic, hateful, a crook"
a family answered next
they looked to the father first,
but he responded with silence
the mother stepped up
she spoke, but spoke with no words
for her love spoke for her
a group of friends replied next
their answers delayed by discomfort,
hesitation encouraged by the largest crowd
they answered correctly,
but with a mumble
so no one could hear
Then the man asked me,
"Who do you say I am?"
'You are the one who has loved me all along.'