What Amy Taught

There are times
When we come to realize
Our struggle is
Not so insurmountable
As we had once thought.
That if we face something
Difficult,
We can get through it
Because we have to.
There are times -
Thanks to someone whose life
Ended
Far too soon, and
Just when it was supposed to -
That I can now look
Into the face of pain
And see the beauty
Birthed from it.

Resurrected

A new day,
A new life,
But do we yet have
A new outlook?
Or do we just look
At today as
A day
Like any other?
Are we thriving
On tradition
Or on truth?
And can we see
The difference?

Beautiful For Ordinary

There are times -
Far too many -
When I fail to realize
Or remember
The significance
Of a moment.
Is it human nature,
Or is it just my own
That I mistake
Beautiful for ordinary,
And forget life-changing
Times?

On Being Afraid

I fear
Giving my questions
A voice -

Leaving them
Open
To ridicule,

Even if that ridicule
Is my own.

I fear
Putting them on paper

Because that gives
My ignorance
A sense of
Permanence

I don’t want it
To deserve.

I fear
Seeing my own truth
In black and white,

Penned by my own hand,
Outside of my head.

Late-Night Musings

When can I say
I’ve done enough?
When will the story
Be complete?
Will I continue
To live in denial
Or begin
To face my need?

Tying The Knot

Some say that love
Is at first sight,
Some say that love
Is blind.
I pray, for you,
Your wedding kiss
Will be the tie
That binds.

Wedding Words

Once upon a time
I made a friend in you.
We talked and shared
We laughed and cared
And with time we grew.
Now you've found love
And I couldn't be happier
As you move toward
This new life.
Just don't forget
How much you're loved
As you become a wife.

Logic-Proof

Logic
Makes no sense
When written upon
My heart tonight.
I am fearful.
Will I change?
Will I be a blessing?
Will I be blessed?
Can I endure this?
These questions and more
Echo in my mind
As I sit and wait for
Change.
Both around me
And
Within me.

You Shall Be Free Indeed

We say that freedom reigns
But does it really?
Does it reign in us?
Do we live as free people
Or as slaves
In chains?
Are we the royalty
We claim to be,
Or are we living
In bondage?
If we are really free,
What does that look like?
Could I recognize it?
And more - could I
Walk in it?
And so I wait
For freedom -
Clinging to the chains that
Hold me back -
Yet wanting to be free.

Evening Thought

Night falls,
And with it
Expectation dawns
For tomorrow
And the many words
That will be pouring
From my mind -
And that of my Father.