Miracles

Miracles

Oh, mankind, we are blind!

They happen all around us

But we expect fireworks or magic

We look for the glaring, the great,

The fantastical!

And we forget the simple

The common, the unappreciated

Should the greatness

or the scale of something

determine its value or worth?

The world will tell its pretty lies

and its terrible, hideous truths

So we’d rather accept the lies

than take the truth

and try to make it better

Don’t let reality

-or fantasy-

steal our little miracles

Our smiles, our words, our life!

And our beautiful love

Reality twists even love

and fashions its counterfeits

Reason and science

scream their rules

and Thomas will keep his doubts

The world will shout its structure

and its chaos

and try to take our miracles

But miracles will always exist

for those who recognize them

Defeat

Not a hanging word

Not a sighing act

Not a shameful flag

Not a sword crashing down

It lingers in the eyes

Eyes like broken glass

Eyes a lazy gray

like cigarette smoke

swirling with the embers

of fading flames

With drooping lids

like lonely curtains

closing out the light

It rests on the hands

like a shadow glove

Hands with pencil bones

and grandfather lines

that whisper stories

It whistles out

with every breath

It tears the soul

like a knife through a sail

A sobbing farewell

Goodbye! Goodbye!

Like falling through

a sea of sheets

thin and soft

But it is not a bullet

Nor a dagger

Not final nor concrete

The wise can wear it

like a gliding cape

to give them wings

and fly to victory

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

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

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 

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

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