This is a place of ME. This is a place where I will let the walls down and be honest. Joys and stories or tears and heartbreaks, they will all be here. Devotionals to poems, my heart is open to you. I will love well. I will love you and honer you by allowing you into my brokenness and the truth that God has reviled to me. This is a place of Me. Continue if you dare ;)

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Learning to Love Life

Every star in the sky...
is special.
Every cloud against the blue...
is unique.

Opening eyes to life.

Every blade of grass...
is creative.
Every flower on the path...
is paint.

Learning to find the gifts in life.

Every bright color...
is vibrant.
Every small sound...
is astonishing.

Learning to listen to life.

Every wisp of breeze...
is restful.
Every ray of sun...
is exhilarating.

Learning to drink in life.

Every friends hug...
is healing.
Every stupid joke...
is refreshing.

Learning to live in the arms of life.

Every new and old tear...
is significant.
Every cool rain drop...
is cleansing.

Learning to let go of life.

Every cute shoe...
is exciting.
Every free gift...
is fulfilling.

Learning to accept life.

Every dance in the sunny rain...
is eliminating.
Every helping hand...
is promising.

Learning to BE life!

Friday, October 17, 2008

My Life is Like the Flowers on My Dashboard

My Life is like the flowers on my dashboard.
So young and full of color,
Yet color slowly slips away.


My Life is like the flowers on my dashboard.
Vibrant and full of meaning,
With life slowly draining.

My Life is like the flowers on my dashboard.
Almost feeling the breath that refreshment would bring,
Yet like the flower unable to touch past the glass that separates.

My Life is like the flowers on my dashboard.
Once holding the sweet scent,
Now reeking for all to smell.

My Life is like the flowers on my dashboard.
Droplets of healing just inches away,
Unable to break the bubble of separation.

My Life is like the flowers on my dashboard.
Life saving refreshment in view,
Yet unable to quench the thirst.

My Life is like the flowers on my dashboard.
Once in a huge field,
Now unable to belong.

My Life is like the flowers on my dashboard.
Before, Soft and beautiful,
Now crumbling at their feet.

My Life is like the flowers on my dashboard.
Once cherished,
Now begging to be tossed out of the way.

My Life is like the flowers on my dashboard.
Seemingly Pale and Dead,
Somehow still a beautiful work of art.