I've been here before
In this place of dreams deferred
But this time around
I'm older
And I know the world isn't ending.
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
#37
Sophomore English: A poem
My patience, these students, and fifty-seven minutes.
They enter the room and I'm ready.
Twenty four minds, holding millions of stories.
"Students are writing their stories," she said (this unknown woman I'm replacing today.)
But, the first student in yells,
"Yes! A sub!" and I know my patience will crumble too soon.
"My story's at home." "I'm done already."
Chatter. Profanity. Texting.
One student sticks his foot behind his head.
"No Cameron, that's not the appropriate way to sit in your chair."
Fifty-seven turns to thirty- we'll make it out of here alive.
"The next five minutes will be silent inspiration. No talking to your neighbor."
Hope beyond hope- it works!
"Our five minutes are up."
And hope beyond hope, the bell tolls again.
These students file out to the rest of their lives,
taking the 57 minutes with them.
I pack my bag, too, paitence intact,
thankful that virtue remains.
My patience, these students, and fifty-seven minutes.
They enter the room and I'm ready.
Twenty four minds, holding millions of stories.
"Students are writing their stories," she said (this unknown woman I'm replacing today.)
But, the first student in yells,
"Yes! A sub!" and I know my patience will crumble too soon.
"My story's at home." "I'm done already."
Chatter. Profanity. Texting.
One student sticks his foot behind his head.
"No Cameron, that's not the appropriate way to sit in your chair."
Fifty-seven turns to thirty- we'll make it out of here alive.
"The next five minutes will be silent inspiration. No talking to your neighbor."
Hope beyond hope- it works!
"Our five minutes are up."
And hope beyond hope, the bell tolls again.
These students file out to the rest of their lives,
taking the 57 minutes with them.
I pack my bag, too, paitence intact,
thankful that virtue remains.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
#35
Are you sure you want to see
My soul?
There are cobwebs, in the corner
Where I hide my pride.
There's a hole
That I try to fill
With anything other than
You, Lord.
Are you sure you want to make
Me whole?
There are habits, I can't conquer
Where I let sin take the win.
There's a break
Between my will
And my way to please
You, Lord.
Are you sure you want to change
My life?
There are tragedies, in this story
Where I messed the rest.
There's strife
That I can't resolve
With anything less than
You, Lord.
My soul?
There are cobwebs, in the corner
Where I hide my pride.
There's a hole
That I try to fill
With anything other than
You, Lord.
Are you sure you want to make
Me whole?
There are habits, I can't conquer
Where I let sin take the win.
There's a break
Between my will
And my way to please
You, Lord.
Are you sure you want to change
My life?
There are tragedies, in this story
Where I messed the rest.
There's strife
That I can't resolve
With anything less than
You, Lord.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
#32
You sent me to
the scariest corner of reality
HERE
You walked right next to me
saying
"Be still, and know that I am God."
There's no HERE I could find
where You aren't already waiting.
the scariest corner of reality
HERE
You walked right next to me
saying
"Be still, and know that I am God."
There's no HERE I could find
where You aren't already waiting.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
#31
Oh dear little stressball,
turn your CRAZY into praise.
Turn your worry into worship.
Breathe in redemption, let it stick.
Breathe out restoration.
Go change the world.
turn your CRAZY into praise.
Turn your worry into worship.
Breathe in redemption, let it stick.
Breathe out restoration.
Go change the world.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
#29
Clear and consistent,
obviously You.
Sometimes, Your voice is the whirlwind.
But often the whisper.
Always for Your glory.
Train my ears to listen.
Teach my heart to heed.
Make me go where You would have me go.
Use me for Your purpose,
following with confidence.
obviously You.
Sometimes, Your voice is the whirlwind.
But often the whisper.
Always for Your glory.
Train my ears to listen.
Teach my heart to heed.
Make me go where You would have me go.
Use me for Your purpose,
following with confidence.
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