Thursday, August 23, 2012


As I walk down the street, I see a little white cloud.
He has followed me for three blocks now.
I look up to him and ask, "sir why is it you follow me so?"
"Have you ever sat upon a cloud?" He asks.
"I have not."
"I was wondering what life was like way down here. That is why I have followed you so."
Honored, I feel for few are followed by clouds.
I decided to show him around.
I showed him the flowers, which he marvels because he can't see them way up there.
I showed him the forests and pines.
"They look so small from the sky!"
We walk the fields, which are ready to plant.
"Way up there they look like a patch but here they are so vast!
I would have never thought the world was so big!" He exclaims.
We gaze at nature in all her beauty.
But a police car rooms by with loud sirens.
"What is that?" He asks.
I think of the sadness of my world and the wars.
"Sometimes the world is not so nice." I sadly say.
The cloud seems to have turned grey.
"That is sad indeed" he agrees.
"What is life like way up in the sky?" I ask.
"It's filled with kindness and compassion.
The birds are your friends.
At night we play with the stars
We never grow weary but if one is sad, so are we all."
"It sounds lovely" I state.
"I will take you if you like"
He offers a seat and up we go.
We go so high the world begins to fade below.
So small our world seems way up here. 
Of being cold, I have no fear.
For the cloud has wrapped me in his warmth.
The other clouds greet me kindly.
The birds sing to me sweetly.
At night the stars come out.
Hide and seek is what we play.
They twinkle and sparkle and give themselves away.
Bunches of fun we have, way up here in the sky.
But too soon I grow weary of no work and all play.
I miss the colors of my world.
For here in the sky is mostly grey.
The cloud asks me, "why do you look so blue?"
"I miss my home down below."
"Oh my! What do we do?"
"Will you take me back home?"
The cloud looks down.
"You wish to go back below?"
"Yes" I quietly say.
"Very well" the cloud sadly says.
He offers me a seat and all too soon we start our descend down.
Down, down, down we go the cloud and I.
Once we have reached below, the cloud turns grey.
"We shall miss you, way up in the sky"
"I shall miss all of you" I sadly say.
Our goodbye is short and sweet.
And wouldn't you know it the cloud started to cry.
He flies in a hurry to be back in the sky.
Pretty soon the sky turns grey.
And I remember the words he said.
'If one is sad, so are we all'
Now their tears begin to fall.
Rain pours down from the sky.
I realize no one is too big to cry.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

What I Miss Most

{ A few pages, a couple minutes of my time can never compare to the love I have for you, inside }

  To pick up the phone and dial your number. It's no longer in service and heaven doesn't have a phone number.
It's what I miss most about these days.
  To stop by and see your face full of surprise.
It's what I miss most about these days.
  Just to talk about the good ole days.
It's what I miss most about these days.
  Sharing stories and laughing until we cry.
It's what I miss most about these days.
  The comfort and peace you offered. All your wise advice.
It's what I miss most about these days.
  The love you have shown me. I'll forever carry in my heart.
It's what I miss most about these days.
  Smelling of Stampede after-shave and Old Spice from a warm embrace.
It's what I miss most about these days.
  Hearing the voice of a man who meant the world to me.
It's what I miss most about these days.
  A kiss on the cheek as a final farewell.
It's what I miss most about these days.
  At night, fast asleep, I dream of your face.
It's what I miss most about these days.
  Though its been months and I cannot cry. Instead I hide my pain.
It's what I miss most about these days.
  You carried my only regret and I cannot turn back time.
It's what I miss most about these days.
  I'm glad for all our time spent together but...
It's what I miss most about these days.
  You are what I miss most about these days but I know you're in a better place.
It's what I miss most about these days.


As a songbird whose lost his joy to sing
As a star's last dying day, falling from the sky
Nevermore will it shine.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Road Rash

Have you ever felt like your heart has road rash? Based against the pavement at 200 miles per hour without a helmet; peeling away layer by layer; penetrating to your core. Leaving it rough, tender, sore, dripping in blood. Yeah I know.

Then there comes a time, just a moment in time; it violently tears at the scab. Displaying it from the fleshy heart. A second is all it takes, to ruin the work of healing. You lay open and exposed again, with no scab to protect the wound. Making you start all over again. Yeah I know.

The Battle

To unveil this long kept secret
To revel what my lying eyes have told
To release such a dark creature

To be free of a battle that since long ago, has proceeded
To remove my scared helmet
To drop my shield

To sheath my sword
To unlatch my armor
To step away from chaos

To walk off the battlefield
To leave it behind
To face the sun

To embrace the warmth of it's rays on my face
To run, to run far away
To run without taking a breath

To run without missing a step
To run through the trees
To run through the fields

To reach the gates
To see the Father
To receive His loving-kindness

To be welcomed as His daughter into his arms
To be forgiven
To be accepted

To be free from addiction
To have no more pain
To have no more burdens

To have no more worries
To be safe at last
To be seen perfect in His eyes, for He created me

To give praise
To give glory
To honor His name

To be with my brothers
To be with my sisters
To be with my King, my Savior for all of my days