Pursuing Unmoving

I must run with wolves,

Never stopping for fear of falling behind. 

Even though my soul yearns for rest,

Yearns for the warmth of your chest and the shelter of your arms. 

I must wait with the trees,

Unmoving for fear of disturbing the peace. 

Even though my heart drives me to seek you,

To seek the one who would take me mind, soul, and body as his own. 

So I must run with the wolves a while longer,

I must seek you in the waiting. 

Gone Away

We laugh and play,
as if you hadn't gone away.
Your arms wrapped around me,
my cheek pressed against your chest.
Your body is still warm against mine in that place,
though I know its cold now where you lay.

While I sleep,
your heart still beats,
as if no sirens had howled.
We still laugh and play,
as if you hadn't left that day.

Search

They stumble and search;
for what they do not know.
Searching. Ever Searching.
For what, they cannot grasp.
Not a place.
Nor a feeling.
A Savior
Someone to understand,

to give hope, love, and grace.
Someone to leave the light on,
To lead them through the dark.

I Write

I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still. -Sylvia Plath

Most of my life, I have kept a journal (filled with my passions). I've decided to expose the depths of my mind to any who would care to read them. This blog is very simply put-me. All the poems that randomly form in my mind, all the words of others that I've collected over time, and all the thoughts God is revealing to me. Enjoy (and if you will, humor me).