Finding a Voice. Forging Ahead.


Poetry is not preaching. It is my belief that a good “Christian” poem doesn’t simply state Biblical truth, but rather animates it. Poems should give us pictures and colors where we only saw words before. They should make us re-examine the depth with which we understand the things we perceive to be simple, and challenge us to engage the things that seem out of reach. It should open new worlds within common knowledge, not just restate it. Poems should fuse truth to us in ways that traditional study and research can’t. The same should be said of all art.

I’ve been fighting to let my writing have that kind of depth and as frustrating as it is, the reward is spilling over into all of me. My writing process is becoming more and more fulfilling, and my daily life right beside it.

I can only imagine how it will feel to actually excel at it! I’m very determined to know. Meanwhile, may God give me grace to keep diving deeper.

Wild as the Wind


She speaks like silence is full-bodied and unashamed of its thickness
And moves as if we invented symphonies simply to explain her
She even stirs the trees!
They swoon as she passes through

She’s fair enough to launch a thousand ships and strong enough to sink them
She may be full of hot air but don’t dare speak it,
Raise her temper and she’s bound to start a storm

There’s no way to hold her, just let her be and if you find yourself all alone outside she might just find you quiet and keep you company

Most people take her at face value,
Call her syncopated song chaotic because it can’t be conquered
But like all passionate women, she has her own sense of rythm
So there’s no winning unless you go with her
Wild as the wind ain’t exaggeratin’
Just let her be who she is.
Hang your chimes and build mills high as you dare
And without a care, she’ll share
Everything that makes her sexy and strong will always be for your benefit and goals—
There is no owning her.
Only reverence and synergy will reveal her “inner-me”
Like all passionate women.

Boundless. [Be Humble.]


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Our impudence is limitless; standing at the shores of the infinite attempting to catch it in split-second images, like God can be fully understood by reading a book.

Sometimes we think that by reading a Bible, studying philosophy or theology, and memorizing a scripture or quote will give us full knowledge of God or the universe, but common sense should tell us to be more humble because even if the infinite could be contained, there’d not be such an easy way to explain it.

Gain knowledge, become wise, but know that living what you have learned is far more important. Once you try that, you realize that it’s all more complex than you than you first thought, and that you don’t really understand it after all.

Worlds Closer


Any average person will tell you we all share the same world,
Each nation under the same constellations
And
One Sun
to provide life,
But that’s just what things look like;

Any intellectual will tell you that the universe is functionally endless
And if we were given an infinite amount of time to try and unwind its mysteries,
We’d never find it’s end.
Any intellectual will tell you,
its design
does not surpass the vastness of our minds
As similar as we are, you and I are still worlds apart.

Your eyes are shimmering oceans while mine are sunrays breaking rainclouds
My towers are your doorways;

And I’ve always looked up to you.

For your hearts are giants.
Wait for hands large enough to hold them gently
And eyes wise to find forever in your smile,
Find someone who reminds you of your oceans while you’re crying them

I really hope you know, you are so sexy!
And I don’t even mean it like that:

I say the same thing to passing butterflies and when I compliment mountainsides.
In my world, sexy means you inspire awe
That the deep in me calls to yours
That I’m starting to see you for all you are;
That in all our differences, we are the same.

Yahweh scooped us up from dust,
exhaled life and grinned;
We make Him glad.
You make God happy,
If that ain’t sexy, I don’t know what is!
I’ll bet you start to see that word that way!

See how we can influence unity?
We can change the way we see one word at a time,
Why don’t you share your life with me?

Whether we are Picasso, Ferraris, or Für Elise,
Each of us is a masterpiece.
And since sunsets, sculptures, and songs don’t speak the same language,
Someone invented speech
So we can build bridges between each of our worlds
We can still move worlds closer.
As different as our lives may be,

We still share the same stars
Each nation beneath the same constellations and
One Sun
lights the sky
We are not alone here
Sometimes, we just need to hear it.
But then again, any average person will tell you that.

#69 Revenge.


This study I’m doing, Breaking Free, is continuing to show me a lot about myself. In fact, it made me very angry this last week. I spent a couple hours writing a blog about what I’d learned and this silly app deleted it. *sigh* I would’ve left it alone, but sitting through the actual class brought it all back up and had me cooking again, so I started writing again, this time, I got a poem out of it. It’ll take a few months for it to work itself completely out, but I thought I’d at least share the first half of what I’ve written so far. Right now, it’s name is Revenge. It’s pretty damn personal, so read at your own risk. Continue reading

#64 You are [not] Forsaken


Slow death by silence.
Suffocated by unspoken sentences.
Some serpents strike subtly.
Still, soldiers don’t stop seeking Savior’s strength;
It’s significance surges under siege.

Scars sing slights stirring suspicion
Soul shudders slowly succumbing;
Scared.
Still, soldiers don’t stop seeking Savior’s strength;
It’s significance surges under siege.

Shouts of success soon to sound;
Supremacy secure since start.
Stand strong.