Saturday, May 28, 2016

Hugging Pain

I accept the pain
I give it a hug.
Let it burn away the bitter and gunk
that's piled on me
I can't scrape it off
or scrub, wash or clean
but maybe the fire
will purify me
So I pull the pain closer
as God hold's my hand
I know, I know
He's got a plan

Thursday, May 26, 2016

In the Night


A star guides me
The darkness pulls it in
but the more the darkness seeps
and blackens the earth
the brighter the star shines


Tuesday, May 17, 2016

The Lie

Take a step back.
Listen to yourself
Your words
crack, they snap
and break beneath the truth
watch them come crashing to the ground

Monday, May 16, 2016

Dare to Know

Dare to know that there are warm days
when you're freezing in the rain

Dare to know that there's an end 
when you're struggling to run a race

Dare to know that there is kindness
untainted by selfish gain

Dare to know that there's truth
hiding in the mound of lies

Dare to know there is  beauty
in the ugly terror of the storm

Dare to know there is silence
in the numbing roar of war

Dare to know that when people lash out
it's cause they can't hold in their pain

Dare to know that you're alarm clock
is going to stop beeping someday


And if you can't quite dare to hope.
That anything good can be.
Maybe just dare to hope, that maybe there's some truth to be seen
In the goodness and beauty and light.
Maybe it's not a fantasy.
No.
The day is as real as the night. 

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Be My Own Joy

Be my own sorrow
Don't be just a moment
of blissful happiness
but be there in the darkness
stay here in the gloom
and wait for the daylight
with me
please I'm alone


Be my own Joy
don't be just regret
of memories of things, I said but never did
stay in the present, don't float to the past
but pull in the future
with me
please?
I want to see it with you


Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Running a Race

Running.
It involves moving your body.

Hebrews 12:1-2 (NIV) "Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.

Lets suppose there is a marathon happening where you live. If you saw someone walking around shopping and chilling on the streets would you point them out and say "Wow! They're running in the marathon!"
No. Unless maybe you have a sarcastic sense of humour.

What if you saw someone trailing behind a bunch of runners, and this runner was running really slow and breathing heavily. Even despite their slow pace would you be able to tell that they were in the race?
I would be able to tell that they were probably involved in some sort of running event, probably the marathon. The shopper? I would just assume they were shopping.

Likewise our lives with Christ are like a race. And we need to be running them with purpose, even if we go really slow, even if we are lagging behind. We just need to be putting one foot in front of the other. How else will anybody know we're in the race?
If we aren't striving to grow and draw closer to God every single day, how will people know that Jesus is who we are following. That God is the one we are running toward and living our lives for?

Living like Christ.
It involves moving spiritually.
We have to keep growing every single day. And the most important changes are the tiny little incremental changes that we barely notice, but are consistent.
Changes like praying every morning and thanking God for the day. It might seem like too small a habit to start. I mean if your going to start a thriving prayer life, you tell yourself, it has to be with big grandiose prayers that are hours long and require you to spend an hour a day in silent meditation. I mean if your going to do something you should do it right. Am I right?

No, just start small. It might not seem like a lot, and maybe you feel guilty for not doing more. But just give a little time every day consistently. Those little moments are more important than we dare realize.

God tells us we are running in a race, that the life we live for God is a race. And the goal and prize is Him.

1 Corinthians 9:26 (ESV)

"So I do not run aimlessly; I do not box as one beating the air."















Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Finals Week

Dry hands, sore neck, sour taste.
I crack and creak, and snap
but don't break
More words less thoughts
Nothing comes to mind, my memory has been swept clean
everything moved- to make room
Where did I put that word?
It was in the corner
but now all I see are equations, some dusty definitions
Half unpacked Oh dear

the cord is tangled up in my coat
lights flicker but stay a constant stale presence
is this what its like...to be old?
i drag my hand towards the water bottle
stale liquid, stale thoughts