Thursday, March 28, 2013

careless conversations




what's life like from behind Your eyes?

I carry my curiosity within me -
always

who wouldn't wonder,
You who wander wordlessly -
a salient soul,

and conversation creeps carelessly
to the tip of my tongue
though I've surmised,
You have not many words -
but wisdom

I wish to sit by Your tree
drink from the spill of Your mind -
enlighten me

there is so much I long to know
most of all
You

would You listen to my careless conversation?

and,
in midnight whisperings
bare Your soul

to me?


This is about a yearning for intimacy.  Being able to sit with God and just ramble on about anything and everything that's going on in your head and/or life, knowing that your Daddy is with you listening, even caring enough to hear about your most nonsensical thoughts.  It's also about coming to a place of hearing His voice and His heart, getting to know Him in such a personal way only to be gained from spending time in His presence.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Negatives




yesterday the rain was beautiful

I'm supposed to
know
how life goes
how things work out
or the not of it

I'm supposed to have all the answers
but instead I listen to the insistence of the drops
I stand in the drench
and I soak
spongy me
I take all that you subconsciously give
and I grow fat
heavy
leaving a trail of wet
where I go

me broken vessel as I am
have yet to learn
how to contain
that which should be sacred

forgive me,
for if I hurt you
it might be from a place of confusion

I'm supposed to know how things go,
but I'm still learning about life
and myself

the all of me
but also
the not
that I am

When I started to write this poem it was to focus on the negatives, as the title indicates.  It, however, grew into something much more than just a complaining about the not of things.  And in the process of writing I got to a point where I realized that its time for me to learn to accept myself, perceived shortcomings included.  This is a continuing journey for me.  Everytime I learn something new of myself I get to choose whether it shall become a positive  or a negative.

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