Some of my favorite verbs became so
because of
prepositional phrases and
direct objects.
I am sad now
because those verbs have become
past tense.
Emotion
Why Do I Write?
Why do I write?
I write to clarify my thoughts,
To contemplate the mights and oughts
For better sight.
Why do I write?
My voice and tongue do oft impede
Communication. Come and read
My soul’s expression, for I need
To be transparent. I must heed
The call and write.
Why do I write?
I feel unable to convey
Emotion any other way.
These fears and joys that fill the day
I write at night.
Why do I write?
I draw near to the throne of grace
With pen and paper ‘fore my face
To speak to you in humbler pace,
Requesting help to run the race,
To walk in light.
Why do I write?
I write to share what I have found
That some, by reading, might abound.
Therefore, I write.
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Alone
I am alone,
No one beside me ‘fore the throne.
All come and go,
And so I turn my heart to stone
And stay alone.
I am alone.
Emotion seems a worthy price.
Just let it go,
Embrace the noble sacrifice.
Remain alone.
And yet, I feel.
I am alone, and incomplete.
And as I go,
I long to hear some other feet.
I want to feel.
I do not see
How these desires can e’er be met,
But I will go
And pray for faith to never fret
Till I can see.
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Being Real with God
Faith Over Feeling
I read three chapters in the Bible today without feeling an excitement for the truth I was reading.
Poetry
I studied English at NSU, minoring in communications. That means that I, in theory, can speak English better after those four years. The jury’s still out on whether or not that’s the case.
In reality, that means that I spent a lot of time reading and writing. A focus on literature helped me narrow the scope of my studies to fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and even some film along the way. One class in particular impacted me more than most: creative writing.
Balance
O Father, help my heart to feel
The truth my mind affirms,
And stop the doubts that seek to steal
The hope the truth confirms.
Secure in me the surety
Of your eternal hold,
And pardon the impurity
Of my ill ways of old.
But neither let emotion rule –
It too is slavery –
For then I would be as the fool,
Storm-driven on the sea.
Grant me a balance by your Word
To walk the narrow way,
And let your guidance undergird
My life from day to day.
All
And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.
Romans 8:28Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds.
James 1:2
All.
Jars of Clay
I’m not good at letting people see me struggle. Continue reading
as i learn to walk 