Drifting slowly across a bed of thorns,
Waiting always for the breaking storm.
Here it is coming up with speed,
The wind is growing, its movement a need.
And I am in awe.
The rain it dribbles, bouncing in rivulets,
The coolness of the droplets soaking in no diluent.
Dropping harder now brick-like in weight,
The drops change to daggers nothing to sate.
And I am in pain.
Bringing black clouds bounding in layers,
The storm drives right through forcing out prayers.
Un-heeding of target it crashes around,
The wind, the rain one blasting of sound.
And I am in fear.
Without a farewell, a goodbye or adieu,
The rain dissipates leaving the world anew.
Shift in the clouds and above a fresh sign,
The delicious radiation of sweet sunshine.
And I am in bliss.
This is the kind of song I just love to hear as I drive my little one to school in the mornings. Even more uplifting is listening to my toddlers sing along. What joy! Thanks Third Day for your passion!
Although you may not know it, you live deep inside my heart.
That bleakest smallest crevice, is where we will never part.
I’ve pushed you deeper and deeper, hoping you will go away.
But all the baggage I’ve piled on, has guaranteed you’ll stay.
The time we spent so connected, I cannot just erase.
Those moments leading up to, when you said you need your space.
I gave you all that you wanted, no questions asked no waiting.
Now its been years and its crystal clear, that your memory is not fading.
The night comes on and here I am drawing on the past.
Holding near the things I find so dear, most of which would never last.
Don’t take from this that I am pining, for you I do not want.
Just a fond reminder that my heart still holds a small deep-seeded thought.
~ My Simple Love Haiku ~
Your deep, liquid eyes,
Consume me in their sweet depth,
Conveying your soul.
To put you on paper is to make you real,
Bring you to life for eternity in the blackest form.
Giving you the power, the future.
And leaving me empty, with nothing left to print.
I cannot commit you to the lasting word,
For words are not enough to describe your impression,
I cannot do what you ask.
I am not willing to give that part of myself away.
I will instead,
Leave just the hint of your presence,
That you may thrive just enough,
To follow me into tomorrow.
In hopes that I will someday,
Commit to you the memoir you deserve.
I live by this what this song says. Every day is a new day to give everything that I have to God. That isn’t always easy, because he does take, but oh the rewards, the knowledge that Heaven is waiting for me, so worth it!