Running

I want to run. When I look at my feet, I see them trying their hardest to keep me going. But as soon as I lift my eyes, the sidewalk ahead of me never ends. The grey lines stretch on and on making my eyes dizzy as I try to count them. The windows and the halls are squishing in on me too. Every time I take a step, I feel them press towards me. This time I just can't push them away. My strength just isn't enough for things like that today. What I really need today is the warm sun on my face while I lie under the cool dark trees and share their secrets.

Harmony

When people of all kinds, all emotions, and all differences come together to enjoy and rejoice in the beauty of life. All of God's creations join together to paint a beautiful picture of life and love. The young play together in their different worlds of imagination, and the old come together to free themselves of their age; one last time. The confused mighe come for answers, and the adults, for peace.

And then theres me... someone who comes for relaxation, fulfilment, and peace. To feel the prescence of God fill my heart and mind. To step away from the worries of everyday life and to see creation as one. To enjoy the simplicity of the water crashing against the shore and to see the golden diamonds of the sun that break away from their mother and dance on the water. The gentle rocking of the waves as they cradle the gulls and push them farther and farther into the sea.

I hope today, that God is looking in on this scene and smiling at the beauty of this picture He has created.

Decisions

What is a decision? Maybe it's a choice. Maybe it's an opportunity. An opportunity to change or explore. A chance to fly and soar above the clouds of reason and repetitive action. To watch yourself as you fly above the things you overcame and the things you let go.

Or maybe it's a decision that can make things worse. It's a choice that takes you down farther than you've ever been. Maybe it's a change too. Change can make you decide. A decision can make you change. They are interlocked; brothers. Working together to shape you and mold your future.

But in the end, it's you that is the decision and the change. You are affected and you become the artist. You take hold of the opportunities and make them work. You take the change and make it positive. You take the choices and make a decision.

God Our Father

They leave us and come back to us. God gives and takes away. But sometimes what He takes will come back to us 100 times better. He is the author of life and our father. God ahead, trust Him. He will never leave you. :)

~Water~

Droplets that clean,
The moisture that melts us,
Each cleansing stream; water.

The feeling of liberty,
A freezing sensation,
We are trapped and swirling; water.

We are trapped and reaching,
I want to breathe,
My toes are almost blue; water.

Bobbing above the surface,
The crystals that swirl around us,
That feeling of peace; water.

We are suspended and floating,
Our bodies are weightless,
And each worry and stress floats away; water.

The Box

It's dark inside of here. The lid is taped shut and I cant seem to punch through the fibers of the box no matter how had I try. There are three tiny holes that let light into the box, but they aren't big enough for me to see anything. They only allow me to see the sunlight that I am craving and living for. I try to wiggle a little bit, but whenever I do the box just edges closer and closer to the ledge. I stop wiggling. There is enough room for me to stretch out my legs and arms and to feel comfortable, yet I just don't feel like I can enjoy it in here. I can hear voices coming through the holes but never enough to make connection. Never enough to understand what they want. Maybe I'm just stuck...

The Prize Not the Pain

The rope is burning my hands. As I slowly gain inch by inch of the rope, my hand continues to burn and blister. One more tug, two, three. I start to feel like the blisters are only a small price to pay for the treasure I am luring in. Still though, I feel the swelling and bleeding that slowly starts to take my mind from my work. No, I tell myself. Nothing should get in the way of this for me, nothing will stop me from reaching the finish line.
I slowly start to tug with more ferocity knowing that one day I will be grateful that I continued. The blisters burn and bleed but I ignore them now. I can see the gem sparkling in the sunlight as I make the final heave and pull it from the well. My face shows tired lines of age and my body starts to weaken. But none of that matters to me now. The rope tightened as I pulled the most beautiful diamond out from inside the dark well.

Layers

You are You. No one can define you or try to judge you and get the proper result. People that sand before you only break down the pieces of you that they see; that you give them. They can pick at it, tear at it, peel it apart, but the will never find the real you.

You" is the answer you give the wind or the conversations you have in the deep of the night.

Your heart is the treasure. The X on the map. The unprotected Jem of your thought and feelings. Once you hand it over, you've given it away. The theif will peel at you slowly; uncovering joy, hate, pain, and lve. You cringe...

The theif pulls off his hood and fils the room with immense light and wonderful glory. The theif is no robber at all, rather a tailor. He fixes up all the bruises and returns your broken layers. He hands it back and hugs you, comforts you, and fills your heart.

The New Me.

When I gazed into the crystal waters, I saw the new me. The me that had been hiding behind an open door, just waiting to emerge. The me that had be there all along but hadn't been ready to commit. The me who is so much happier.

When I stared at the mountains and the trees I saw the me that was more God-confident. The person who was finaly ready to hand it all over to Him and to accept the new life He had offered. The me who wasn't scared anymore.

I like this new me.......I've opened myself up to the God of the universe and have only gained, not lost. God is so amazing!

Aging

The adult mind is so consumed with image and apearance that it forgets the youthful thoughts and attitudes that it used to value and cherish. They have all been replaced with "reason" and "maturty". But if you stop and really think about it, the media has redifined the meaning of the word "reason" to the point of it not even meaning anything important. Things that are reasonable in this day and age can be disgustingly brutal an uncalled for. It is disappointing that my mind has matured and has been able to wrap its spongy arms around these concepts. When I was younger, the sunny weather or the cloudy sky was all that I was worried about.

But I guess that's one of the rainstorms of life. You lose the loves of your childhood and you gain the responsibility of the world yet that spark of your memories comes back to you every now and again. ;)