I wrote this in April 2015. Not quite sure what I meant by a silent echo. But that’s what I wrote at the time. Maybe it alludes to being unheard? I’ll go with that 😊
Category poetry
Agony
I guarded my heart
For I knew
That if I allowed him in
I would grieve forever
It took him a mere glance
To turn the key
Look inside
And walk away
Leaving my heart unguarded –
Forever loving him
And my life in agony
Suffocated
I lost myself
A long time ago
I look around
To see a void
Where is the child I was
The girl I knew?
Buried beneath pain
And death –
Suffocated
Faded
Our hearts are filled with with stories people tell
Our vision infused with their lives and their love
And one day we find they have been taken from us
Leaving only memories as a faded note
That they lived and we loved them
For a short while they were alive as we are now –
Our own stories will touch younger hearts
As our hearts were touched when we were young
Grace
If I had never failed
I would have never been comforted
Therein lies grace
Life
My soul is your breath
Breathed into me
My heart is your love
Beating inside of me
My spirit is a flame
Of your eternal power
My life is a moment
Of eternity
Hand Upon My Shoulder
(Steve Hofmeyer)
The Lord’s my Shepherd
David cried
I’ll desire none
Down in pastures green I lie
Where peaceful waters run
He gives new life within me
He leads me where I want to be
Even though I go
Through valleys of death
I fear no evil ’cause I feel
Thy rod and staff will comfort me
In the presence of my enemies
Prepare a table just for me
Anoint my head with oil
My cup overflows
Love and goodness unfailing
Will always follow me
All the days of my life
Let me live with Thee
The fire once took me far beyond
When black was burning gold
Will I still play the part of men
Or boys who don’t grow old
‘Cause what is known by days to come
Is known by God and not by some
Who fake their hope in man
‘Cause once I bowed and begged my breath
For he who died before his death
And blamed it all on God
God understands
Through love and goodness unfailing
I too can understand
That all the days of my life
Are counted upon His hand
You’re here, though not in person,
still you father, me in thought
But Your hand upon my shoulder
Is a hand that can’t be bought
You’re here, though not in person, but your voice can still be heard
Like David, we’re all forgotten
But remembered in our
Words
TenacityÂ
Sometimes one is needing tenacity to get through what one needs to get through in life. Such example for me this morning. I failed at something. I had to solve a few problems, and I solved none. In short, I failed. Again. I burst into tears. But fortunately for me, I’m used to failure. And picking myself up again. Because it’s boring and tired on the floor.
So this afternoon and evening I solved all the problems. I could and I did. It might be too little, too late, but for me, I have closure. I can say I can do something. Because I could and I did. My tears have dried. I am feeling happy (as much as).
And I can say this for myself. I have tenacity.
Victory
God loves you
And He loves me
His grace abounds
Forgiveness free
I hear His voice
I feel His touch
Joy overflows –
Sweet victory
Remorse
I did something so terrible and shocking and inexplicable that I cannot even explain how or why or what I was thinking, except I wasn’t thinking, only driven by an emotion greater than myself, that I have no defense and the only bright part is:
I never killed anyone
(Or hurt a child, because that’s even worse than killing someone)
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