How to Build Your Home

it never made sense

when the sand was all I had

to build with.

 

sand castles

 

blown to swirls by the wind.

never stable and never able

to keep me secure.

 

a Rock

 

followed me, believed for me

when I was so faithless.

and shelter did I find in Him.

 


Matthew 7:24-27, 1 Corinthians 10:4, Exodus 17:6

For the Days You Feel Discouraged

In case it is ever forgotten,

I want you to remember how brave you are.

When you were in the thick of your fears

you handled life like a champ and took the narrow way out.

When you were left with threads of loose ends,

you realized no trophy could replace the feeling of grace.

And when you were still left with lingering, unanswered questions,

you didn’t look back in regret, but instead you rose up

with a dedication that was too great to even call your own.

You trusted, and stopped working for your own wants and needs.

You stopped scooping up grains of sand that were

dead ends and ill means and you stood still,

when your very nature was begging for you to be.

If you ever forget, I am here to tell you that you were very brave indeed

for choosing to step into the unknown future.

This will always be the story that I tell of you

whenever you begin to feel confused or weak,

because you took the narrow path with nothing to show for it,

except for a knowledge-surpassing peace.

Today

I wrote something new

but then ripped it in half,

tried writing again

but I couldn’t go back

to the feeling that lied

on the black and white lies,

the feeling that lied

on my ribcage inside.

 

I wrote something new

but realized it old,

the same words from past years

of rhythm and coldness

and nonsense of

missing and reminiscing

and limbo and fishing

for something new to write.

 

I wrote circles around this,

tried to get past this,

found it awful to carve it down,

carve it outside me.

like dragging old bones

and expecting them to walk,

waiting for time to work

and light to search–

 

And so I stopped writing.

 

To pull away for a moment,

to stop digging and picking

and to let the light grow

was needed.

there was the winter and rest,

the killing snow and rain

for replenishing, healing,

and washing away.

 

So no more empty words,

no more torture of ruminating to

illuminate something in darkness.

there is just today,

with a clean page

and a fresh start

to write with boldness

concerning the truth.

A Secret Bond

It was a little gift

bashfully put together

inside a tiny cardboard box

and sweetly tied

with a white ribbon.

 

It wasn’t much by sight,

but if you looked

inside the shared heart

of the giver and recipient

it was everything.

Exposure

You wear a cloak as big as the sky

right over your bright and clean eyes.

It veils your world from all the good and

every opportunity is a shadow.

Every word is muffled.

 

You wear a cloak in fear–

because you learned that hiding

was a “good” way to persevere.

But all it does is choke your name,

And all it does is deepen your shame.

 

You wear a cloak and call it a cave

to avoid the world and avoid the pain.

But you were meant to see and speak, just like this,

by sharing and exposing the truth

of what the cloak really is.

 

Oh, your shining eyes were meant to see,

and your heart was made to love.

So get rid of the cloak, get out of the cave.

For you were made to give.

You were made to be heard and live.