Category: Poem

Dare I Trust My Heart Again?

Dare I trust my resurrected heart?
The flickering candle of hope?
The dimly lit path to freedom?
The trickling water of peace?

Dare I trust the softer voices in my head?
The gentle breezes in my soul?
Dare I trust the raging monster is dead?
That it will never rise again?

My heart was crushed by the hammer of injustice.
Broken by ghosts of the past.
Paying for crimes she did not commit.
Drowning in tears that were never hers to cry.

It trusted the bloody hands of those who claimed to love her.
The freezing tomb of silence.
The glaring eyes of rejection.
The coals of shame poured on her head.

But dare she trust these quiet chambers?
To lay down her sword?
To tear down the walls?
Dare she believe in trust again?

No! I dare not trust my fickle heart.
My fractured mind.
My wild emotions.
My murdered soul.

I dare not trust my destructive self.
My racing thoughts.
My doubts and fears.
I dare not trust my broken self at all.

I dare to trust an unseen God.
I dare to trust His tender love.
I dare to trust His healing touch.
I dare to trust His whispering voice.

I dare to trust His wounded hands.
I dare embrace the blood He shed.
I dare believe the words He speaks.
I dare surrender to the cross.

Father, forgive my wounded heart.
My angry tears. My shattered soul.
I never wanted to hurt you.
But I was afraid to trust your stubborn love.
But I’m not afraid anymore.






Mary’s Little Lamb

Mary had a little lamb
His heart was pure as gold
And everywhere that Mary went
Her lamb was sure to go

Then before her very eyes
Her little lamb grew up
The hour had come to make his climb
And drink his bitter cup

How Mary mourned for her little lamb
She once cradled in her arms
And kissed away his every tear
And protected him from harm

In her heart she always knew
Her lamb was born to die
To save the dying world from sin
And give it eternal life

So as you kneel beneath the tree
Gathering treasures in your hands
Remember to thank our loving God
For Mary’s little lamb

Things I Believed That I Don’t Anymore

God is mad at me
God is punishing me
God is disappointed in me
God expects me to be perfect

I have to go to church to be a Christian
I have to obey church rules
I can’t dance, take a sip of wine, wear shorts
I can’t question God

Real Christians sacrifice themselves to serve others
Real Christians have faith to jump out of their wheelchairs
Real Christians tithe, even if they can’t pay their mortgage
Real Christians never say no

If your feelings are not Christ-like, hide them
If you have a conflict with your neighbors, bake them a cake
If you speak the truth that hurts, apologize
If you don’t get along with everyone, something is wrong with you

A woman should never leave her abusive husband
A woman should bow down to men
A woman should be seen and not heard
A woman doesn’t deserve respect

I believed all those things and more
Because I was brainwashed
Because my eyes were closed
Because I believed it was the Gospel truth

But, I don’t anymore
God opened my eyes to the Truth
I no longer walk in darkness
Because the Truth has set me free





The Swing

Though just a swing beneath the tree
It was the world to me
My favorite place to release my mind
And set my spirit free

There were no rules to follow
No watching my peas and queues
Just me and the big blue sky above
And the glistening morning dew

I sang from the top of my lungs
To the fishermen below
No longer restrained by shyness
Fearless wings began to grow

Off and on throughout the day
I hopped back on the swing
Until darkness cast its frightening spell
Turning friendly trees into scary things

Many years have come and gone
Since my childhood days
When every flower and blade of grass
Never seemed to fade away

Now the sun is sinking fast
Beneath the clouds of time
My steps are getting slower
And lagging far behind

But now and then in solitude
My mind goes wandering off
Down dusty trails of long ago
In search for what was lost

The shadows are much denser now
And I can barely see
Except for my greatest treasure
The swing beneath the tree






















Stupid Humans!

Look at her!
She’s about to throw a hissy fit
Did she really think she could trick us
That a flimsy screen could keep us out
Humans!
They have the brains of a jelly fish
They forget that we’re invincible
That we can skitter up a tree blindfolded
Hang upside down on one leg
Fall from the highest tree and keep going
We are slinkys with fur
Acrobats with bushy tails
Magicians with better tricks
We are cute
Funny
Cunning
Destructive
A big fat pain in the butt!
We are kings and queens of the neighborhood
Thieves of squirrel resistant birdfeeders
Comedians of the universe
And like it or not
Curse every last one of us
Hang us from the treetops
We are here to stay!




Stupid Squirrels!

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Look at that!
Wrapped around the bird feeder like a slithering devious snake
I’d like to cut off his bushy tail and strangle him with it!
Just when I think I figured out a way to keep the squirrels off
They figure out a way to latch back on
Bella does a good job chasing them away
However, I have a better idea
But killing animals isn’t in my blood
I could let my neighbor do it
He loves killing pesky critters
But my conscience would keep me awake at night
My brain would never shut up about it
And my heart would shrivel up and die
So I took the feeder down
But the birds weren’t happy
So I hung it back up
Now the squirrels and the birds are happy
Wonderful!
Everybody’s happy but me!
But come tomorrow
Or the day after tomorrow
Or a thousand days after tomorrow
My tiny human brain will out-smart them
I pinky promise
I cross my heart and hope to die
On my mother’s grave
I will find the perfect solution
To out-smart every last one of them
Just you wait and see!