Electronic Journey

 Ink doesn’t touch paper

The screen is the mirror

We check ourselves in

Before opening up to the world

A symphony playing to an enraptured crowd

Now plays to many fractured

Audiences of one

We think we can touch with our fingertips

Something reachable in decades past

Only by crossing the chasm of land!

The carefully crafted sculpture of a memory

Has been reduced to a quick sketch—

A moments’ blink

Alone, yet together,

We journey through life

Holding a plastic hand

Sparkle

Staring out the window

All I can see is rain

I turn away

But closing the curtains

Doesn't stop the sound

The hammering of the storm

Echoes in my head

The next morning,

The sun rises

I peek out the window

The tree in my yard
Stands stripped of its clothing
Which has been strewn on the ground
By the wind
The wet branches
Beautifully sparkle
As the sun
Shines through the raindrops

I Didn't Know What To Write

Yes this blog is almost late, and yes, as the title says, it's because I feel like I have no ideas. Part of the reason I've posted so many poems lately was to avoid this problem. However, I also have big plans for my poetry on this blog in the near future.

I love the poems I've put on this blog, but right now I'm having trouble with a particular poem. Everything comes out cliche. I just can't get it right. As I struggle with this blog and other projects,, I try to remember two things:

1. I must relax- If I don't relax the ideas stop flowing. This may seem obvious, but consider this. Some writers thrive in high pressure situations. I thought i had to be one of them to be a true writer That's one of the reasons I went into journalism classes for a while. However, I realized that environment does very little to foster growth and mastery of the creative process. Panicking when I write has the same effect.

2. My writing must bring life- The Book of Proverbs talks  about God's Word bringing life. God created all life with Word. He is the Word! (John 1:1)  I can bring life or death with my words. With God's help, I will continually choose life!

Water

I was on Your shoulders in the storm

Your step was slow, your grip was firm

Peace surged through my soul, like the water below

The rain drenched my white dress

As it darkened my hair

The thunder was a cracking whip.

Urging the clouds on

Morning always comes, and when it came,

The sun and the breeze swept the water from my face

As the rays brought jewels to a seamless sea,

I couldn’t conceive another place I’d rather be,

Than on Your shoulders, whole and free!

But then, You stopped –

Taking my right hand, you helped me down

My feet touched the water, yet I did not sink

I looked in Your eyes with the question in mine,

You answered with a chuckle and a wink!

Still holding one hand, you took the other;

Somehow music began

You lead, I followed,

On water as firm as land!

We twirled, You dipped me

We waltzed and we skipped

We swung and shimmied 

I didn’t want it to end!

When the music was over

You held me close

And sang a song over me

To the beat of your heart

After an eternal moment

I pulled away just enough

To look in Your eyes

In those eyes I saw a love

No ocean can contain!

No cross can shame!

No grave can restrain!

You smiled and wiped a tear from my eye

The music began again

Yet it was fainter than before

For all I knew was Your eyes

As I danced on the water with You

Struggle

A right hand

Crooked, bent weak

Like a wilting flower

Holds strong hands with scars

For strength

Blind eyes might think a mountain flat

Deaf ears hear a still bell

Each one feels the wind

But which one knows its voice?

The mouth that answers with a song

To Rejoice