Release

The last brick fell today, from what had been my wall. As I knelt there quietly, it crashed to the floor. Time passed and dust soon settled, as I waited patiently. You whispered in my ear a voice silently,... "Time to rebuild."

Blood Brothers

The waves came one day and swept me up, up off of my feet; that's all it took. They came quickly and pulled me far, far-far out to sea. Bruised and battered by its beatings and blows I no longer knew which way I came, which way was down and which way was up. All that was once familiar no longer stood still. Panting and bleeding, I called for anyone who would hear. Treading and treading I saw you heading closely near. You rowed quickly, confidently and without fear. Cutting through the waves hot like the flames, this humble vessel became more and more clear, a steady hand you reached out and said, "Grab hold, you'll be safe here." You pulled me up, dried me off and took me to shore, walked, talked and bled with me each step of the way, back to my hearts front door.

Thanks for bleeding with me brother.

Holding Firmly

David cried out from dry bones while Stephen forgave amongst thrown stones. I will choose to stand according, with our Father here before me, holding on firmly...to faith, faith alone.

The Canvas of Praise

Today as I make my way down the road I am reminded of You. When thoughts often travel all through my mind, I now put them in park, that I might hear Your voice. The blue sky ocean sets sail to my imagination, off into Your currents of goodness; who am I that You are mindful of me? The rolling green valleys sway and carry with it scents of spring; like oxygen, it brings life to my lungs. You captivate me.
The wheel of routine slows and stops while all the while creation carries on. Fellowship and worship bellows from tree tops and systems move and have their order, perfectly created.
"Oh, sweet masterpiece, thank you for including me."
Creatures that scurry around and around, flying, crawling, creeping along, they have their way, and all I can say, "amazing!" All has its purpose, all has its way, all with such wonder, it lives each day. The sun and the morning, the moon and the evening, stars they shine bright, always faithful all day and all night. Lord, You are my delight. There is only my praise.

A Life Together

There the man sat, alone and in the room. All that was once familiar, now traveled in a passing breeze. Furnishings that displayed life, now props of make believe. All is as nothing with no one to share. He was still, he was there, nothing...nothing to share.

Walls decorated in memory, of all that were there, nothing now showing, walls stripped and now bare. A road and a journey, two hands and their story, is a road now diverged. What were we doing? And where were we going? He thought and he stared.

He offered her his tattered glory and a place in the story and time filled the page; the world was their stage. Life brought its memory, some light, some heavy, while true love remained. He would love her forever, forever they'd stay; love's here and gone in a day.

Life is full of comings and goings, there is much that does not remain. He surrendered his sorrows, fears and his pain. Placed her in the arms of her Father, loved, there she'll remain. Always great full for the memories made; in his chair quietly alone he prayed.

Believe

"Unwrap the veil that hides the detail, faith like a child, see what's there."

The Quiet

I sit in my quiet chair while quiet waves fill the air. Images float of what once was there; they pan the visual of my hollowed room. Crack and creek, the walls they speak, while in my chair. The chest it beats, all the while making the sound, conducting the rhythm around.
The void that's inside me no longer hiding, it's raw and it's bare. I dream and imagine you standing there. In the four-walled absence I wait like a stone and welcome my company,

"Come in, Alone."