No Sweeter Name

How great is Your

patience

oh Lord!

How You still

Love Me,

how You

put up with me,

I have no clue.

(Because if *I* were You,

I definitely would've hit me

with a lightening bolt

by now)

You are truly beyond my

feeble understanding.

How beautiful You are!

Praise Your holy Name!

You look down at my

life,

down into my

heart

(wicked, deceitful thing!)

and test me,

try me,

show me

who I am

and where I'm at.

You,

in Your

never-ending

GRACE,

hold me close,

and teach me

Your ways.

I am so

awe-struck

by Your

generous nature

that all I can

manage,

in the smallest of voices,

is:

thank You.

Psalm 45:1 [The Message]

"My heart bursts its banks,

spilling beauty and goodness.

I pour it out in a poem to the king,

shaping the river into words."

Reflections of a Writing Class

With all the

analyzing

of the writers' work,

I begin to wonder what

joy there is in writing

if someone will only

pick it apart.

Don't dissect the words!

They weren't meant to

stand alone.

They are part of a story,

a captive memory,

a snapshot of a heart.

As much as I

delight in learning my trade,

I really hate to pull apart

the fabrications of another

soul bonded so closely to ink

when I know that's

not

what they wrote it for.

Look

Would you just

look at me.

I slept maybe

four hours last night

and yet I'm smiling,

full of energy.

No really:

look at me.

There's a bit of a shadow

in my eyes

(I saw it in the mirror just now)

from where I denied you

an answer.

Can you see it?

look at me.

One night of contact

and I've already written

more poems in less than

twelve hours

than I've written in weeks.

Pay attention when you

look at me.

Do you see the ties?

My writing hand is tied to my head

which is tied to my heart

which is tied to

you.

Do you snicker as you

look at me?

Because I have begun to wonder

if I am

pathetic.

I beg of you

not to ask me to

tell you

what I can

barely hide

to begin with

when we both know

it changes nothing

and tomorrow will be

oh so very distant

oh so very apart

from today

from right now,

which is far more preferable

even when it is simply

silence

on the phone.

Please

Please don't be

angry

with

me

for not knowing how

to tell you.

Please...

Please don't be

frustrated

with

me

for not being nearly

as strong.

Please...

Please don't be

disappointed

in

me

for being afraid.

Please...

Please don't

ask

me

questions my heart

can't answer

and stay in one piece.

Please...

Just So You Know

Just so you know

I was definitely doing

much

better

until now.

I was definitely learning

how to cope,

I was definitely seeing

that the sky was

blue

again.

I was.

Just so you know...

Hardest Goodbye

This is the

hardest

goodbye,

when you are so

close

and yet so terribly

far.

This is the

hardest

goodbye,

when we say

nothing

and choose to simply

walk away.

This is the

hardest

goodbye,

when my brain is

clogged with memories

and I have tasted

our future.

This is the

hardest

goodbye...

Rules of Play

I have but

One Rule

for every you that isn't

you:

You are not allowed

to fall in love with me,

because I am

not capable

of loving you back

when I am already

head over heels

for you.

Some things

are romantic by nature

- they can't help it,

it's how they are made.

Fluffy white dandilions,

floppy, straw sunhats,

sunsets on the beach,

blowing bubbles,

drinking tea by the window

as it rains.

I don't consider myself a

romantic individual,

but I am

in love with

all of those things.

Letter from a Soldier

I wish you would

hold me

and help me fight.

But the wall...

And the WAR...

The enemy I am

trying to defeat is

Myself.

And no matter how

I wish it weren't so,

there is nothing

you can do,

My Love,

but watch the

bombs fall,

and hope for

the best.