Saturday, January 31, 2015

The Escape Route

My weary spine so bent
My aching skin so pale
So worn and deathly thin
Ever bleeding black tales
My mind an endless wood
A vast forest of words
Where troubles fall like leaves
And worries become blurred
A lonely, patient friend
I yearn to be your choice
I’ll spill all my secrets
If you lend me your voice
My soft, secret laughter
Can burn empires down
My tears for the sunrise
Can rid kings of their crowns
I’m a glistening sword
I’m a fragmented heart
I’m a curious cave
I’m an end and a start
I’m a lens, I’m a shield
I’m a doorway, an inn
A constant companion
With butterfly wing skin

Friday, January 2, 2015

Goodbye

“Goodbye.”
I choke on a sigh
I softly cry
I wonder why
you have to go
And even though
I know, I know
I’ll see you again
I don’t know when
It could be a month, it could be ten
This goodbye feels like forever
but I never would have thought it, never
that we’d get this time at all
and we really had a ball
I hope you won’t forget too fast
I pray to God that it will last
I hope you’ll keep coming back here
Don’t let our friendship disappear
This place will always be your home
No matter where or how far you roam
And I will always, always love you

Sunday, December 21, 2014

The Inexperienced Carpenter


I built my roof out of feathers
I built my walls out of sand
I built my floor out of clouds
and it looked very grand
But then came the wind
 and the waves and the rain
and I had to build
my house up again 

Thursday, December 4, 2014

The Future




She has her whole life
all figured out
knows what she’s doing
without a doubt
she has it all planned
she has it all mapped
she knows how to succeed
she knows how to react
He’s ahead of the game
he’s completely prepared
he knows just what he’ll be
and he never is scared
he’s full of potential
his life is arranged
he has plans for this world
he will bring about change
What about me?
I haven’t a clue
about who I will be
and what I will do
Sure, I have dreams
but that’s not enough
and this isn’t easy
it’s really quite tough
But do I really
need to know?
can anyone but God
know how the wind will blow?
and so I leave
this in His hands
He loves me forever
and has incredible plans

Friday, September 5, 2014

Writing On My Soul


My soul meets its equal
it blooms like a rose
God takes up His pen
and begins to compose
pink, honey sunsets
bursting new life
writing on my soul
music, love
sweet sacrifice
writing on my soul
inscribing them forever
never to forget
unearthly, holy language
in flaming, graceful script
at times the pen is heavy
etching on my soul
carving painful stories
burning tender holes
it weeps for its kindred
who cry out in despair
touched by their struggle
and strengthened in prayer
eternally united
in one timeless goal
to love without end
for this works my soul

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Never To Be Forgotten

Close your eyes
Deep breath
There’s the signal
Take a step
Down the aisle
Two by two
Past the people
Smiling at you
Bubbles rising
In my chest
I’m feeling eager
And feeling stressed
I’m feeling broken
And feeling blessed
I cannot breathe
My heart’s gone wild
My name is called
Stand up and smile
Standing tall
Before the crowd
Feeling scared
But feeling proud
I’m getting dizzy
My vision’s blurred
There’s the paper!
Read the words!
No. Don’t read.
Speak! You’re fine!
The strength is God’s
The words are mine
Who gave me words?
Give Him the praise
He who loves all
And sets hearts ablaze
Touch the hearts
That first touched you
There go the tears
And they’re crying, too
Don’t you ever forget.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Music's Wings

Music’s Wings
by Megan Amelotte

The string is brushed
the note is played
the soul is touched
the musical sound is born.
So innocent, so sweet.
To rest upon that note
lean against its curve
melt into its harmony
to float away on that sound
is to never again touch the ground
taking off on music’s wings.
There is no voice
like the voice of my soul when it sings.
To fly high into a world of colors
only seen by the ears.
A musical soul can see when it hears.
To never again see the earth below
only the miles of sky left to cover
as the birds fly by
and the angels, too
as God paints the sky
a foreign blue
a blue that is only
known to the soul
for it is music
that makes me whole.