I've often thought when I was growing up … that friendships would really be ‘forever’ … that my imagination could always stay ‘wild’ with limitless ideas … that life would be this adventure, that was mine to ‘run’ with …
Yet as I’ve gotten older … and time has passed with ‘force’, I’ve realized that things just aren’t what they seem when you’re younger … perhaps we get a little jaded as we begin to realize what the ‘world’ and all its cruelty has to offer …
Sure, there will always be disappointments, but couldn’t we just ‘play’ like children to make time stand still? I miss youth because time really didn’t exist … it wasn’t racing like it is now … as a child, we learned to embrace the simple things … we cherished people and friends because in those moments when we were with those people, life was good and everything else seemed miles away …
It’s a beautiful thought to think that things will always be easy and that life won’t be this constant disappointment, but I suppose, those ups and downs, those valleys of highs and lows, are what make us the people we are … they make us rely on the one thing that IS and ALWAYS will be a constant, He never disappoints, is always there, no matter how many times we fall … thank God for Him … thank God for sending His Son to pick us up when we've been beaten down ... and thank God for moments like these, when we realize that all we really need is Him ...
Friday, August 29, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
A Cloud Filled Moment
I wrote another poem the other day ... I suppose you could say I've 'picked' up the 'poetry pen' again ... it's just a few lines of my inner thoughts ... sometimes, I just have to get them OUT of my head ... enjoy and thank you for reading!
Picking apart their consistency, I wonder what they’re made of …
As they travel through the sky, with no destination thought out …
Large, small, medium, irregular, solid, translucent … no two are the same …
They’re perhaps like you and I …
Made of the same consistency, but no two are alike … Beautiful, unshaped, awkward; always 'works in progress' …
Picking apart their consistency, I wonder what they’re made of …
As they travel through the sky, with no destination thought out …
Large, small, medium, irregular, solid, translucent … no two are the same …
They’re perhaps like you and I …
Made of the same consistency, but no two are alike … Beautiful, unshaped, awkward; always 'works in progress' …
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