Their True Heart (poems; part 1)

Part 1: Addressing God


I am happy, and yet unsettled.
I am content, but not satisfied.
If this is from you God, show me how to move.
If this is not, cleanse me with your Spirit.
Show me your hand.
Release your power into me.
Renew me and give me your vision.
My soul's been stirred, but I have no direction.
Grant me your feet
to walk on the tumultuous waters of the living.
Show me your way.
No longer my way, no longer my will.
Make my choices your choices.
I don't want to choose without your having chosen first.
Make the life I am to live exactly what you want it to be.
I am not enough. I have never been enough.
I need you.






     The poetry in this series were written by a Christian, representing some of the spiritual and emotional struggles that come with being someone of that faith. If you have questions or wish to discuss, please feel free to ask or comment below, but be courteous and considerate of other readers. As author of this blog I reserve the right to remove any or all comments.

To Dream

A dream that another dreams.
I feel it.
I see it.
I believe in it.
I absorb it.
But it is not my dream.
And no matter how hard I fight to live out their dreams,
they are not my dreams.
We are made different ways.
Allowed to dream different dreams.
Some dreams are born inside us,
remaining even when we push them aside.
Other dreams are inspired.
But when another's dream is placed upon someone,
forced on,
or accepted through fear, or obligation, or belief,
or even misunderstanding,
That's when the problem starts.
I believed in a good thing.
I wanted a dream for my own.
So I set out to meet the standards I saw before me,
I did what I thought was expected of me.
But it was not enough.
I was living a lie.
To myself. To how God made me.
I had dreamed, but it was not mine.
But how was I to know?
I did not know myself, who I am,
so naturally I pursued another's dream instead of my own.
Got ideas into my head on how to live.
But all I was doing was surviving.
Not living.
In not being true to the person God is forming me into
I was smothering myself, my dreams, and God's design.
But then, I woke up.
I put aside my old way of living,
and began to dream again,
My worries replaced by hope,
the shadows chased away.
I was renewed.
I am starting over.
Although I know the path ahead is narrow
and I am prone to wander off,
and things will be difficult now and again,
I am ready.
I am excited to begin anew.

Everything Ends (a new year's resolution)

Everything ends,
But then there are beginnings.
Everything dies,
But only to step aside for new life.
We endure pain because we carry hope.
Laughter comes quick to those who grieved.
Everything ends,
But it seems we can begin again.
We must let go to start over.
Everything ends,
But we can move on.
Exhale to inhale.
Loss to gain.
How many times did I die, only to find I live again?
Down through the valley to climb the mountain.
Season upon season.
The phoenix, slain by a dagger of ice,
Rose up on high in fury,
Only to slowly die again upon the snow.
Now the flame has returned.
And the determination the fly through the storm has come.
Everything ends.
So I will take the grief, pain, and loss when they come again.
They ended before.
When they return they will end again.
So while I have my joy I will embrace it.
While I have my loved ones I will embrace them.
A time is coming when they will depart.
And I cannot hold them close.
And I will be forced to make new friends, new comrades.
To love again.
Everything ends.
But I do not know when anything will end.
So while I have, while I live, while I belong,
I will breathe.
I will take in every moment.
Before it ends.
While I await when time itself will end,
And the One who once declared that everything ends,
Decrees that nothing shall end ever again,
I will live.
No turning back.
And I will end.
And I will begin again.
Everything ends,
So I will fill every page to the end.