Winter

Alas, there is beauty in the winter

scene of snow and ice. 

A splendid portrait of 

crystallized water turned to ice and 

gleaming from the rooftops and trees. 

The cold that has replaced the warmth of the sun, 

has its beauty in the warm glow of lights 

seen from the homes and those 

who reside within. 

The smiles on the faces

of the children who play with glee

and who intice their parents with 

ideas of snowman and snow angels. 

Snowball fights fill the air

with delights of glee

as little ones run from 

potentially flying snow. 

Angels made by those who care

to lie on the cold of the snow covered ground

and share in the memories made

for all to recall.  

The winter night when 

all is calm and the silence instills 

a sense of calm and settled 

peace, 

the perfect time 

to snuggle up next to you

as we sit beside the fire sipping 

hot coca and reminiscing about the day.

The warmth of home and hearth

replaced by the cold of the day 

and the fun in the snow. 

As the day draws to end 

on this 

beautifully cold and ice filled

winter wonderland, 

happiness fills my heart 

as I look into your face and 

see the smile on your lips 

knowing that tomorrow 

we can do it all again.

Dedicated to my Uncle Jim....a wintertime foe, who longs for the warmth of summer days and the
saying goodbye to the beauty and cold of the wintertime wonderland

She Waits

What she knows, 

she keeps inside. 

A place where only she and 

God know. 

The love she feels, she keeps held back, 

for the moment is not 

now nor the time time to tell. 

She knows the answer to the question he asks, 

why it will never work with anyone 

else, 

because old wounds have 

failed to heal. 

Wounds that need to be brought to 

God and let out, 

not held in. 

Love can't grow in a place 

where darkness has a hold. 

Love can heal if God is allowed to  

to do His thing. 

So she waits, and she keeps to herself

what can't be said. 

As she prays for these 

wounds to heal, 

she knows what she must do. 

Time and distance are what they need

in order to build a 

relationship with a foundation 

strong enough to hold. 

A foundation that 

is built on 

God's love and His word. 

A foundation that 

can and will 

stand the test of time and 

be the solid ground

that he already is 

to her. 

The solid ground that 

they both desperately need.

So she brings it to God, 

the one who gave him to her. 

The one that brought them together, 

and holds their shaky relationship together. 

So she waits, 

a patience she has never before had. 

So she prays, 

in a way she never has before. 

So she sits,

something she before has never been able to do. 

So she loves

the man 

who can never be hers until 

he lets go, forgives 

and moves on. 

Until he has forgiven the one 

who hurt him

and caused him to distance himself 

from those that love him. 

In God's time and 

according to His plan,

so she waits.  

The burger

        He heard the Bell signaling the arrival 

the smile, the anticipation, 

the all knowing genuine delight and desire. 

The aroma, the anticipation of that 

first delectable, flavorful

delicious 

mouth watering, 

bite. 

His eyes alight with the 

sound of that bell, 

knowing that any minute

she will arrive, 

with his plate of yummy 

awesomeness. 

As she watches from 

across the table, 

the awkwardness that was 

there just moments before, 

gone with the sound 

of the bell. 

Forgotten with the smell of the 

food about to be brought. 

She waits to see the drool 

fall from his mouth, 

with eyes that 

light up 

as the plate draws near. 

A look 

every woman, near and far, 

wishes 

would be given her way, 

but a look that no mere 

woman could 

ever intercept

as the plate hits the table and 

his eyes full of pure 

unadulterated joy 

as the mouthwatering 

burger is bitten 

into. 

And then another

and another, 

until sadly it is gone. 

The tear she expects to fall 

from his now saddened face, 

breaks her hear

until, 

that moment, 

she offers him, 

the only thing she can offer him. 

A small token, 

of the friendship they share. 

She gives him, 

half 

of her burger 

that she can no longer eat.

A burger that is truly 

the world's best, 

and now he gets 

a small part of hers, 

and that joy, 

returns to his face. 

A smile 

that can only warm the

heart. 

Even if, 

for a burger eaten 

in a brewry. 

Another with no title...

In a moment 

things can change. 

Tomorrow 

may never come

for those who anticpate its arrival. 

We only have 

this moment

to let those in that we 

keep pushing away. 

We only have now

to ensure those we love 

know they are loved. 

In a moment 

your lives can be forever 

changed and 

the chance to 

tell someone how you feel 

will be gone. 

Stolen by the drunken driver

or a bullet meant for someone else. 

Illness can take that moment 

you had and remove it 

forever. 

What keeps you hidden? 

What keeps you 

locked away? 

Do you hide from your self? 

From those you love? 

If tomorrow never comes 

do the ones who matter 

know? 

Does he know that he is 

your everything? 

Does she know that your life

has no meaning without her 

in it? 

Our lives are not guaranteed a tomorrow!

We are not promised the chance 

to do it all again. 

We have this one moment, 

this one chance 

and this one God given 

moment, 

to let them know, 

Don't keep it locked inside

out of fear that 

they won't love you 

back. 

Don't keep yourself locked away 

because of past mistakes. 

The past is gone, 

the future is now, 

the present is here. 

Right the wrongs, and heal the hurt, 

forgive and forget, 

tomorrow may not come, 

but today is waiting to be finished. 

My Wish for you

My wish

is for you to know 

that imperfect love.

Love that has its faults 

but it is unconditionally 

given. 

My wish for you

is to know

the sweetness of 

someone who loves you

with all your faults and 

silly imperfections. 

My wish for you 

is simple. 

It is sincere and sweet. 

My wish for you is 

a lifetime of 

happiness

and joy. 

Of precious memories 

and a home filled 

with love. 

My wish for you is to 

always know

that for good or

bad, I am here, 

to listen, 

to talk, 

to simply 

hold your hand 

or be the quiet in 

your current storm. 

My wish is for you to 

know God's unfailing and 

perfect love. 

To know that today, 

tomorrow and 

forever

that He is here

guiding you

and loving you. 

To know that my heart 

wishes so 

much for you. 

May God direct your 

path and lead 

you where you need to 

be. 

My wish for you

is simply

love.

God Written Love Story

Their story 

is one of misunderstandings,

friendship and 

love. 

It fills the pages in 

their journey

from the beginning and 

will end

on a day only 

God knows. 

As they hold hands and

walk through this journey

their story being written

with each step. 

The words written

are some in anger, 

through fights they have 

survived, 

tears they have each cried.

Words of love, 

of joy. 

Whispers in the night, 

pillow fights, 

hugs and 

quiet moments spent together. 

Their story, 

begins the day they will meet. 

A story already written, 

but not yet lived. 

A story that 

was pre-written by

the Creator of the Heavens and 

the Earth. 

It was written before 

each one was born

and though they may not know

it yet, 

it was written just for them...

Their God written love story. 

A story created by 

God, 

a relationship that will 

be built on 

His foundation. 

For that which God 

has put together, 

let no man 

interfere. 

Broken Inside

Perfection lingers over her head, 

as her flaws stand out in 

that night. 

She prays to God, 

to understand, 

the things that make her 

imperfect. 

She sits and prays, 

with no 

answers to the questions 

that she asks. 

The mirror reflects 

the flaws 

she knows everyone sees. 

Her quiet nature, 

keeping in 

the things that she feels, 

holding back the tears, 

as she struggles to 

hold on to 

what little strength she has. 

Walls that have been 

built, 

strong tonight 

than ever before. 

Her emotionless state

a product of 

what she has been through. 

One can't be strong

without hiding pieces 

of themselves. 

Now she sees. 

Now she knows. 

The mirror displays 

what he 

implied, 

She is broken inside. 

The Cross

At the cross

His blood was spilled.

A sign to all 

our sins are forgiven, 

a betrayal that 

had meaning for those that 

believe. 

He was hung on the cross

so that we could live

a life eternal in 

God's love and grace. 

At the cross 

he hung, a thorn of 

crowns upon His head. 

A man, 

the son of God, 

born of the Virgin, 

who walked the earth and lived

as we all do. 

A sacrifice no mother 

can imagine, 

A sacrifice no father could 

fathom, 

His parents, earthly and His heavenly Father 

watch as the 

son they love,

died on the cross 

bleeding, beaten, 

and murdered. 

His death is our life, 

his suffering is our 

forgiveness of our sins. 

He died the death 

we should have suffered, 

for the wages of sin 

is death. 

He bore that cross for us, 

a sign of a love we can't 

imagine, 

a love we don't deserve. 

The cross is the symbol of 

all He has given for us. 

A sign 

made of wood, 

stained with His blood

and a reminder that 

to live our lives for God. 

To give Him the glory and pray for 

our forgiveness and the forgiveness 

others. 

A reminder of God's love and sacrifice for 

the children that he loves. 

The cross, 

a symbol like no other. 

A promise, 

not unlike the rainbow. 

A gift

of life and forgiveness. 

Where pain and torture took place, 

hope and love are 

replaced on that wooden cross. 

Life and Love

The morning draws near,

a cup between her 

hands.

She watches as the leaves 

fall from the trees

and ponders 

the many things that 

she has faced. 

Love, loss, heartache, joy, 

the birth of new life,

the hope in new 

love, 

the sadness when it ended and 

the joy that comes in the morning

after the sorrow of the night. 

He sits at the light, 

waiting,

pondering how 

he lost her. 

The one who listened 

to him 

when he was down, 

the one who 

gave him 

everything; everything 

he ignored. 

Never did he look 

to see what he had

only longed for what he no 

longer did. 

He has experienced so much 

in his life, he 

has forgotten the joy 

in the simple moments of 

life. 

He lost what he should have kept 

and now while the light is red

he ponders how he 

lost. 

Life and love 

bring about 

things we can't see 

when its right in front of us. 

She sees a man lost in his own 

pain and misery while he sees 

what he no longer has. 

She prays for him each and every 

night, 

He hides behind a wall 

and drowns her memory each 

and every night. 

It is only in the dawning of a new 

morning 

do they realize what 

they no longer have. 

He wishes for a way back, 

she wishes for a mend 

to her broken heart. 

Guarding it, 

keeping it hidden 

for no one else to 

find. 

Fathers and Sons

When you see them together, 

you see the resemblance. 

They disagree, 

they argue, 

they fight trying to prove 

their point. 

One wants to be like the 

other, 

and the other wants the younger one 

to be their own person. 

They have the same 

walk, 

the same talk 

and a similar attitude. 

For every disagreement the have, 

they always remember

its not always about who is right and 

who is wrong. 

The younger one, 

fights for his independence, 

while the older one watches 

and wishes for a moment 

that young boy would 

slow down 

and not be in a hurry to grow up. 

The younger one thinks the 

older one is too old,

and the older one thinks the

younger one is two young. 

They are so much a like, 

each one set in their ways. 

The young one is not afraid 

of saying anything that will send the older one 

away, for he knows 

now that he is one as well, 

that nothing can change 

the love between

father and son.

Dad

His mark on her life 

was made the moment she 

was born. 

He was the first to hold

her hand, 

wipe away her tears and 

hold to hold her when she cried. 

With every step, first and second, he

was there to see. 

Her first smile was for him to see, 

her first word was his name. 

He held her hand for 

moment on he 

day she was born, 

but his heart she

captured forever. 

Through the years, she

grew to become 

a woman 

he could be proud of. 

She longed to 

make him proud of her

each and every 

day. 

He was her first love, 

and her very first 

hero. 

Every man who comes

into her life, 

won't compare to him.

Some will try 

not many will succeed. 

He is capturer of the monsters under 

the bed,

the killer of spiders and 

the one she will 

always look to, 

when the world seems scary 

and dark. 

Every day is one more day

she gets to call him

Dad. 

3/28/1998

Today I held you,

for the very first time. 

I saw your 

sweet face,

gave you your precious name. 

For months 

I wondered who you would 

be. 

Today is the beginning 

of getting to know 

the little girl you 

will become. 

Watching the steps you will 

take, 

will be my greatest joy and

perhaps

my greatest frustration.

Never have I wanted to 

protect someone

other than me. 

Never have I loved

someone more

than you. 

I counted your 

ten tiny toes

and your ten tiny fingers. 

Today, I held you

for the first time. 

Today is the beginning

of being your mom

and watching you

grow. 

Let me tell you 

little one, 

I love you more than 

you will ever know

until that moment, 

you hold your own. 

I love you sweet little 

Kira Dee. 

Hidden Inside

So many things, 

she keeps inside, 

so many things her smile

does hide. 

The things she doesn't share

no one would 

understand. 

She hides herself,

from the world 

knowing the loneliness 

that will wrap around her 

like a glove. 

She smiles, but not

inside.

Her heart that once

was whole, 

she protects the pieces that 

are left. 

The pieces she clings to,

as a lifeline. 

The pieces

that she managed to hold onto

the day he left. 

She knows what it costs to love,

and vows,

never to trust that much 

again. 

She keeps him at arms length, 

smiles when he is near,

when all she 

wants to do is run away. 

She knows, 

he will never know 

the pain she 

felt, 

the tears she tried not 

to cry

and all that she still holds 

deep inside. 

???

This world is a mess, 

war, crime and hate flow

where love should 

reign. 

Unacceptance and intolerance

persevere in a world 

torn by 

fear and terrorized by

hate. 

Children suffering for their

unfailing belief

in God. 

Misery, strife, 

war, famine, pain and 

heartache...

and still faith in 

God remains. 

The God of love, 

the creator of

heaven and earth who

now holds those

who refuse to 

sacrifice their faith 

to live 

one more day, 

who pay the ultimate price

for believing in

God. 

The end may be near, 

the time may come

today, 

tomorrow, 

in an hour to two, 

we will not know. 

There will come a day, 

where our faith will be tested,,,

will we pass? Will we see the evil 

that lurks around the 

corner. 

Today, 

Tomorrow and forever, 

I will keep 

my faith in the one 

that created all.  

The Best Yes

Today the door closed on 

a hope that was 

never fulfilled in the way

it was planned.

Today that closed door

is the key to 

another hope that remains 

left unknown. 

Down on my knees 

I prayed.

I prayed for you, 

I prayed for me and 

for hopes that were left 

unanswered. 

The no of 

the unanswered prayer,

is meant 

not to leave you

feeling lost and hopeless, 

but to remind you

that your yes is coming 

and it will be bigger, 

better 

and brighter than 

anticipated with the hope 

that came with a no. 

In anticipation we wait, 

we pray, 

we hope and we ask God

to give us the 

desires of our hearts.

In faith we believe that 

when God closes a door, 

there is a key

to another door 

where your needs will

be met. 

Love is in the belief in 

faith and the 

courage in 

hope. 

Love is in the no 

from the unanswered 

prayer 

faithfully 

sent to a God 

who has our best yes in 

store for us. 

This poem was inspired the current bible study I am in - The Best Yes written by Lysa Teurkerst.

Untitled for now

Today I saw you. 

Today I heard your voice

and still 

I couldn't believe you were 

there, 

standing at my door. 

I looked back to the 

shattered and scattered memories

left lying on the floor

and the image

all to clear 

of my tears on the 

bathroom floor. 

Today I grew a 

little stronger, 

and told you to go. 

My heart broke as I know 

you'll draw me in 

and say goodbye 

in a month or so.

Today I grew a little 

more and held on 

to the me I have become 

since you left. 

Today I know, 

more than you do, 

the girl you 

played for a fool 

is no longer there. 

The girl you took for 

granted has grown 

and will no 

longer be your toy. 

The door is closed 

and you can't 

get back in. 

To let you in 

is to say goodbye to me. 

As when you leave again

I will never 

survive 

losing you once more. 

I will love you forever, 

I will love you to the moon and back,

for as long as I live

my heart will 

be yours, 

but I will not be. 

I will keep you locked away

in a distant memory

of shattered dreams and lost hopes. 

Today, I said goodbye to you 

and hello to me. 

God Bless America!

Through the haze, 

the fire, 

the terror and fear. 

Through the sounds of sirens, 

screams and tears

In a moment 

our world was changed, 

as time stood still 

and innocent ones 

lost their lives. 

Firemen, police and 

civilians alike, 

stood in horror as the 

unthinkable happened. 

We cried, 

we worried, 

we felt the fear.

In our homes, 

which no longer seemed 

safe and cozy

in the wake of 9/11, 

we watched and 

we cried. 

Terrorist tried 

to shake our spirit, 

God gave us peace in the storm. 

Terrorists tried to 

devalue our way of life, 

our freedom and all 

that our country stands for. 

God blessed our land

with grace and dignity, 

with courage and strength. 

In that moment, 

we stood united, as a country

willing to fight

for freedom, 

for safety, 

for all  that our country stands for. 

We fight with honor, 

with strength 

and with a love for 

America

that only comes with 

the pride we feel

for the country 

we all love. 

Shake us, terrorize us, 

try to beat out our spirit, 

with a God who loves us

a country we love, 

freedoms we enjoy, 

we will fight back, 

stronger because we stand united

one nation, 

under God!

***In Honor of 9/11/2001***

United - In Honor of 9/11

United we stood, 

together we grieved

all those many years ago.

So long ago, 

yet not forgotten,

we watched frozen in 

place, in our homes,

at  work and 

even at school, 

as the unthinkable happened 

on our soil. 

Many died, 

many lost those they

loved, 

in the name of religion, 

in the darkness

of hatred that surrounds 

the views of few,

While the dust cleared

the bodies were buried, 

as a country we 

showed 

that no matter what 

you do to us, 

together we stand

together we fight

and together we show honor for 

those who died and 

to those who fight to protect our country. 

Our country stands, 

even when chaos 

reigns, 

and not matter what you do

America will fight

to protect their rights, 

their freedoms and to help those 

who are weaker than we. 

America the beautiful, 

the proud 

and even stronger today

for all 

that you threw at us

on the fateful day 

on Sept 11, 2001. 

We will never forget, 

we will never back down

and as a country, 

we will always stand united

against  those that 

try to 

take away our freedom 

and rights! 

Whether we are white or black, 

Regardless of our religious backgrounds or

from another cultural background, 

those that call America home

those that believe in the 

Constitution and the 

rights of humanity, 

We are America 

and we are 

united, today, tomorrow 

and forever. 

Goodbye

Today I told you goodbye. 

My heart breaks

for the love I know we would 

have had, 

for the life we would have

shared, 

but Goodbye is now

all I have. 

The tears will fall and the

hurt will 

be immense. 

My strength is slowly leaving

me as I remove

you from my life. 

Your smile, your laugh

may haunt my 

sleep, but I know

that in my heart

letting you go 

is for the best. 

I can't see the sun 

through the rain at the moment, 

but I know that one

day I will. 

One day I will wake up and the thought

of you will hurt a little less.

The memories will

fade, the hopes I had 

are gone, and one day that 

will be okay. 

Today 

it hurts and I feel it 

to the point of breaking. 

Tomorrow the sun will shine

the birds will sing 

and I will go one. 

I pray you know 

that you are loved

even on the days you don't realize it. 

I pray you see, 

what was right in front of you

all along. 

Just know, that even 

though you are 

gone, I still love you. 

Today, tomorrow

and always, 

I will love you. 

Where's God?

In a world where 

we push aside morality 

to endorse sexuality

we lose. 

In a society where we 

have replaced God 

with idols,

we lose. 

In a home where we 

we replace love

with violence 

and pain, 

where neglect is 

the name of 

the game, 

no one wins. 

We cry out to 

God, why is all 

this pain and suffering, 

war and famine 

allowed in the world?

We don't understand

we only want to 

be happy

on our terms and 

doing what pleases only us,

and we wonder 

as to the apparent absence of 

God. 

God is always with us, 

He always has a plan, 

the sad and 

painful thing should be

that we ignore Him

in favor of what 

pleases not God, 

but what the evil 

one takes joy 

in watching us do. 

Where is God? 

Why has he abandoned us

in our moment of need? 

Why has he gone

from our lives

and left us on our own? 

We only question this

in the rough

and tough moments 

where pain is evident and misery 

is in creasing. 

At a time when violence and 

hatred seem to prevail 

we suddenly want

comfort from the 

God we abandoned!

His Answer...

The answers are unclear, 

the path is broken 

into directions, I am unsure which 

to take. 

I pray for guidance 

and answers, 

to know that one day 

I will have 

the answer that I seek. 

His will shall 

be done, 

but in His time alone. 

There is no 

rushing the answer, 

not hurrying the outcome. 

Will it be what I 

am expecting? Or am I 

hoping for the wrong 

thing? 

God only knows, 

at this moment in time and 

when the time comes, 

I will know

too. 

There is no tweet, or 

post. No text or email that 

will come telling me 

what I shall do.

No, He, in all 

his glory and love, 

will guide 

my path and 

in the end

it will be worth the wait. 

It will be 

more than I would have 

hoped and 

prayed. 

The answer to my prayers is 

you, but 

God may have 

another answer in mind. 

Either way I know, 

that His answer 

will be the best answer for 

me. 

Without You

Without you, 

there is still a me. 

I am still here, 

without you by my side 

Without you, 

life still has meaning 

and the sun still 

shines. 

There is no end 

even though you 

are no 

longer standing 

beside me. 

Without you, 

I still laugh and I still

smile. My world

has not stopped and 

I still have hope. 

Without you

I still don't have 

all the answers, 

and while I hurt knowing 

you are not here, 

I am not 

dying. 

Without you life will go 

on and continue 

to go on. 

I may miss you, 

now that you are 

gone, 

but I don't 

spend my days 

thinking about you. 

Though I do think about you

from time to time. 

I don't need you in my life

to be happy, 

but the fact remains

that I want you 

in my life and 

I miss talking to you 

and being with you. 

I pray for you, 

I pray for me, 

I pray for understanding and patience. 

Without you, 

I pray. 

With you I would 

pray still, but 

without you, 

I pray alone. 

The days seem long 

and the nights 

seem even longer, 

though I still 

make it through, 

Without you 

my life is missing 

that simple 

touch only you can 

bring. 

Without you all is not lost, 

but it feels 

like it is. 

As I kneel...

I kneel here tonight 

with unspoken words and 

unshed tears. 

I kneel here tonight 

with a heavy heart and a 

mind that I can't 

seem to quiet. 

The love you seek 

is not so very far from 

your grasp. 

Why is it, 

that we seek love 

from those who will only 

cause us pain? 

Why do we hold on to that 

which we should let go?

Here I kneel, 

a silent prayer 

sent to heaven in the hopes

that it will be heard. 

I wonder, 

as I kneel here tonight, 

why this journey

can't be 

easy for us. 

Why is it that we 

have to take all these wrong

turns to find 

what each of us seeks. 

When all along 

it is right there,

if only we should look. 

If only we should 

be brave enough to peek. 

One day 

it may be too late. 

The one you want 

is not the one you seek, 

but as I kneel here 

tonight, 

wondering what 

to pray, 

I know that God is sitting 

in heaven, 

already knowing 

what is being 

asked. 

Words that my heart 

is to afraid

to let my mouth 

speak into words.
He knows the desires of 

my heart and if they are

aligned with His will,

with faith

and

trust, that one 

desire will be mine. 

Amen. 

I Believe...

I believe in the joy 

and hope that are in the world.

Though there is darkness, 

I believe there is 

hope. 

Faith, hope and love, 

foundations for 

all this life 

can be. 

Faith in the belief that

we can accomplish anything.

Faith others have in us

to give us the strength 

and the courage to 

love. 

Hope is the belief

that things can be better,

that live is worth more 

than what we see. 

Love is knowing that 

there is someone 

you can 

turn to when the world is 

upside down. 

Though I can't be that person, 

there is not a day that 

will go by, 

that your mark on my 

world will not be seen. 

Through you, 

my views have changed, 

my focus faces a different 

turn. 

I believe in faith and hope, 

but most of all

I believe in 

love. 

Unwritten

He sits at their favorite spot, 

remember her. 

The pain today as fresh

as it was the day 

she left. 

A goodbye, 

no one can take back. 

He remembers her 

face and the first day 

they met. 

The beauty in her eyes

and the soft touch 

of her hand. 

She fills his thoughts, 

and his heart 

just can't 

let go, 

of what could have been. 

The love

left unfinished, 

the story 

unable to be written. 

Their story, 

ended way too soon. 

He knows 

she watches him 

from above, 

but for him that is just 

not quite enough. 

To hold her 

one more day, 

he would give anything. 

To kiss her nose and 

hold her hand, 

he would give the world. 

As he sits in 

the place that reminds

him of her, 

a tear falls from his eyes

and for a moment, 

as he closes his eyes, 

he can feel her

and he knows that she is there. 

One day, 

they will meet again. 

One day, 

he will see her sweet

face and hold her hand. 

Until then...

the story is 

left unwritten.

Days Go By

The days go by, 

the time gets lost, 

there is never a moment, 

when you con't don't count 

the cost. 

Chances not taken, 

memories left unmade

and dreams forgotten

and unfulfilled. 

Today you work, 

tomorrow you work more, 

but what about, 

the life you seem to have 

forgotten, 

that lies buried under work. 

For a moment they are babies, 

for a second they are kids, 

one day you awaken 

and they are fully grown! 

The plans you had, 

the memories you 

planned to make but never did, 

are what happens when 

you put life on hold 

and don't seek the moment. 

Take the chance, 

live the life

and dare to be yourself. 

No Guarantee

There is no guarantee, 

no set date, 

nothing to indicate, 

when it all 

will come to an end. 

People pass through 

our lives, touch our hearts and 

leave their mark on our 

lives. 

We make friends, 

we loose friends, 

we get married, 

have kids, 

divorce and 

move on. 

Life happens and 

we take for granted that tomorrow 

will come and we will 

be able to do 

all we have put on hold. 

There is not guarantee 

that tomorrow 

will wake you, 

that during the night the 

angels won't come

take you. 

Today is the day, 

we have to 

start living the rest 

of our lives, 

like there is no tomorrow, 

for tomorrow is 

not a guarantee and 

today is all we have. 

Love the ones you love, 

let the ones that don't know, know. 

Fulfill your plans and

pray that God 

allows you one more day

to be here 

on this precious earth. 

Hold on to the fact that 

you are here and 

that though much you have lost, 

much more will be gained on 

those days that you 

give your all and 

chase the life you want

instead of surviving in the life 

you don't like. 

Chase life, 

don't give up and remember 

today is all that counts, 

until tomorrow 

becomes today. 

Stinking Thinkning

It is toxic, sometimes fun, 

causes feelings to 

be hurt and 

relationships to fail. 

It vicious and lures you in 

with its ill thoughts and 

lies. 

It keeps you stuck 

in a dark place

you don't want to be. 

It holds you back and 

keeps you from 

what you should be doing. 

Lies that keep you 

held prisoner in 

your own mind and prevent you 

from hearing God's word. 

Its the harshness of 

the world living in your head. 

Those thoughts 

that keep you up at night

and 

tell you that you are not

worthy, 

you are not loved, 

you are not....

fill in the blank. 

Stinking thinking 

is what it is. 

Hanging over your head like 

a black storm cloud

waiting to 

pour out its ugliness 

onto you. 

That Moment

There is a moment, 

you may not realize, 

but its there 

and it comes when you are 

unaware.

Its that moment when 

the pain is gone, 

your vision is clear 

and you know

that the one who broke your 

heart and you swore you 

loved, 

is loved no more. 

That moment when you realize

you haven't thought

of them in days.

No tears have fallen 

in their name. 

That broken and

bleeding heart

is semi-whole once again.

There will always be a tear, 

where the love you 

shared will live, 

but buried deep and 

and their place in your heart

is gone and theirs no 

more. 

Nothing but a memory 

distant and 

all but forgotten.

Its that moment of pure 

joy, when you hear their name

and can smile a small 

smile in 

rememberance 

of the love you felt, 

but the aching and the tears are 

gone. Replaced 

by that sweet small smile 

A moment when clarity 

rings 

and you know 

that today is the start 

of being alright. 

Its the healing that has 

restored your faith 

in love and 

nothing is more important 

than the moment 

you know the pain is gone. 

Imperfect Perfection

There is an idea,

of the one 

who is perfect, 

who is our perfect match.

The one who 

will be our prince charming 

and sweep us off our feet. 

Tall, handsome, 

sweet,

is the order of the day. 

We dream, we hope, we plan, 

for the day we will meet

that one special man. 

Weddings are planned,

long before we are grown and 

Ken is the basis of the 

one we seek. 

Our child like image of 

what a man should be. 

Our daddies warn us 

of boys that we should be weary of. 

Then one day we 

meet that one perfect boy, 

and o how we are in love. 

Until that perfect one, 

is perfect no 

more. 

Perfection we realize is 

not in the plan, 

when we meet that one 

special man. 

That one,

holds our hand, 

kisses away our tears, 

and tells us 

on our bad hair day, 

that we are beautiful 

just the way we are. 

Perfection we learn 

is found in the 

imperfect one 

who loves us,

who is willing to grow old

with us and 

who is the most imperfect

perfection. 

Words

The mirror is no longer 

a friend, 

but a cold reminder 

of the body she doesn't have. 

Her hair is not 

perfect, 

her frame is not slender, 

she is not a size

0. 

The boys tease her 

not so small frame and 

the girls call her 

fat. 

Someone should tell her, 

size 6 is not fat, 

but no one does. 

The cookie she longs to eat,

sits on the table 

but still she resists, because of the 

taunts and laughs 

she still recalls. 

Undateable, unlovable 

because her jeans are too big. 

Anorexia and bulemia are old friends. 

Her parents worry she's 

getting to thin, 

but ignore the signs and the 

tears in her eyes. 

Her friends try to tell 

her, shes perfect 

the way God made her. 

The problem is 

she doesn't see it. 

She sees the layers of fat 

no one else does. 

She sees the imperfections that 

no one else does. 

She hears the words that no one 

else does. 

This is the result 

of those who tease and 

bully. 

One day your words will 

be her end. 

They will put her in the ground

and what will you do? 

Will you grieve for the girl you teased? 

Will guilt now be 

your comfort as you stand next to her grave? 

Image is just a reflection in the 

mirror that became her 

terror. 

Words mean more that 

what you are 

saying. 

They mean life and death 

to those who listen

and those you tear down

with the words you say. 

In the end

what will you say 

when you look at her parents 

and know that you 

tore her down. 

Words have the power to 

do more than hurt

they have the power to 

end life. 

When you look at the girl

who wears a 

larger size or 

doesn't have 

perfect skin or hair, 

What will you say to her?

Will you remember that your words

hold the power to make her 

smile or break her.

When will we realize

there is no perfection to be achieved.

Only beauty in all shapes, sizes 

and colors.