As you find yourself
Chasing after your dreams
Bringing life to your desires
There’s a meanwhile
That encircles you
Our Creator, Our God
He knows best
He wants for us
What will exceed
Our highest expectations
Dear one,
Fret not,
Over what’s on the other side of the fence
But in the meantime
Floating in the meanwhile
Be content, and also ready yourself
For a forever blessing
When the going gets tough
There and then
A pouring, of what we’re made of
No one looks at the bird in flight
To make mention of its fatigue
But let same bird see a falling
Poor bird, with ruffled feathers
When the going gets tough
You keep going, soaring high like the bird
Till you meet ground
Poor fellow, with a few hiccups
You’ve seen a falling?
Get up, you forlorn one
And try again, that you may fly
To heights you once knew
Trust, like a tree in autumn
Questioned by the unknown
I know I can trust you, but…
Said branches to leaves
Said leaves to branches
Trust may break
Trust may be shaken
Trust may be lost, completely
Like a leaf in autumn,
One may feel betrayed
When suddenly let go
By whom they thought as their backbone
High up on cloud nine
Left to a plunging, cold fall
Like a branch in autumn
One may be shockingly abandoned
By leaves that leave
One may be made a fool of
By leaves that threaten to leave
That may be you, shaken, broken inside
Trust, like a tree in autumn
Broken by the unpredictable
I know I can trust you, but…
A day at a time
A tear that will dry
There is a reason,
There is a season
But still there is despair
A hug to say all is fine
A word of encouragement
To calm a racing mind
But there will still be that moment
Hands in pockets, and emptiness felt
Such is a revisiting sorrow
That comes in waves
Such is a daunting anxiety
That comes uninvited
Such is the guilt felt
For shifting the mood
So I ask that you bear with me
You jolly soul, best friend, confidant
One day it may be well
One day the pockets may be filled
With something other than emptiness
Something worth remembering,
Something that will carve a smile
The power of silence
Confronting many with their burdens
Today the wick glimmers
Telling of strain and uncertainty
But hope should not leave you
You, forlorn fellow
Dawn sweep away the perils
That chided me in sleep
Praying and crying out, though nasal
My Saviour, He hears me weep
Turned on side, pillowing my fears
The stillness, so loud, envelops
Reminded of a hymn to repress the tears
Gathering courage, to never give up hope
The day is bursting through
And the remnants of night, they fade
Flee away you woe, perhaps one or two
For today we choose joy, and will not trade
To know that, she’s had you
Over and over
I want to understand
When you say you’re committed
Just how many times must I have you
To teach your body something new?
I say that I’m fine, but these words…
Need undoing , revealing that I’m not
In a world of chaos
Some are choosing their blues
The big ones, the little ones
And they ponder in recluse
So be wary and considerate
That you know not their fate
For some have slept
Only to wake and walk
Walking, but not existing
For some have dreamt
A thousand dreams, yet still sulk
Moping in misery
And for some, they are hoping
For a glimpse of a miracle
Hands clasped tightly
As they mumble prayers of petition
And as for the writer,
She cries out for reassurance
Tonight, feeling weighted more
By the littlest of blues
Tower of refuge
They say You are
But to get to You,
Is going to take some effort
Lord be my helper
As I find my way to You
Tower of restoration
I’ve heard You are
But I’m deceived,
By the people so few
Lord quench the lying voices
That stay manipulating my thoughts
Tower of Purpose
Stay right where You are
Because I’m not losing You this time
Be it bend or bump on the way
I’m coming to You Lord
Sometime between sunset and sunrise
Night of laments
So why do I see the stars?
For every mistake, a choice I made
Night so contoured
Why do I sense hope?
The haze, slowly fading into the horizon
Night, of…restoration
Certainly must be
Regrets are in the distant
Gone are the hours of yesterday
And dawn, knocks behind the window pane
Before we let her in,
There are some matters to resolve
A worrisome heart and a pondering mind
Loud is the silence
But louder is The Voice
Beseeching and reassuring,
That we worry not about the morrow
And spare some minutes to rest
But stubborn as we are,
Owing to our human nature
We toss, turn and fret
And try to reconcile with hope,
With one question taunting, “How many more sighs, Lord ?”
The wretched awake
From nights of despair
The elixir bottle down to drops
There is the haze
To remind of pressing affairs
That life has seized our props
Heavy are the sighs we make
Pleading to our avengers, helpless whispers of ‘Sirs’
And by eve, the fallen tears must see the mop
When the hours are long gone
And we ache in our bones
A place of rest, we find to repose
So we close our eyes, and curl our toes
And for some hours or more, our troubles subside
But in the middle of the night, we awaken wide
And are reminded once again of our pending perils
Wishing we could sleep forever, take some sleeping pills
To forget all our worries and put them on hold
But it continues years and years, till we are frail and old
Realizing then, the fallacies on TV we’ve been sold
Only maybe, we’d be closer to a forever sleep
Shutting our eyes, one final time, with all our uncertainties buried away deep.
Elsie
I pray the azure tides meet you
Where you would feel through and through
Maybe then you’d steer with surety
I pray the azure tides bear not stormy billows
That match the fog and daze your head carries
For uncertainty, is a boat without oars
I pray the azure tides wouldn’t be too long
That I go to meet them elsewhere
What a shame then, that you and I could have been.
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