#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.

#36

close your eyes and rest
this is what sleeping is for
time to rejeuvenate

#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.

#34

So, is it cheating
(when you have little to say)
to post a haiku?

#33

A Life lived out loud
needs an out loud type journal.
Public record? Meh.

#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.

#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.