Avalanche, No More!

Loss of balance
Balance on a mountain, tipping
Tipping over with each step
Steps much closer
Closer to the wet
Wet of snow comes tumbling
Tumbling like an avalanche
Avalanche, you started
Started to tip over
Over turns my heart
Heart of new snow needed
Needed to start over
Over avalanche, no more

More new snow
Snow white and clearer
Clearer than the avalanche
Avalanche your done
Done with all your shaking
Shaking with excitement
Excitement of new love
Love of truth
Truth of love
Love for snow white mountains
Mountains covered with galore
Galore of truths now told
Told for light to shine
Shine as white now gleams
Gleams for all is clean
Clean in Christ we see
See as love is seen
Seen love calms the avalanche
Avalanche, no more
More galore for God's Galore!

No Sorrow For Yourself

I wrote this poem a little over a year ago to remind myself not to feel sorry for myself. It stemmed out of a friend encouraging me to stop looking at all the things that have happened to me and the things I had done. Instead, I needed to focus on God and all of His provisions in my life. Through my focusing and allowing God to change my heart, I was able to heal from the past and let go of the sorrow. Isn't God Stinkin' Amazing?!?!


No Sorrow For Yourself

God has a plan
A plan to prosper you and bring new life
Don't sit by or walk away
Don't run in the other direction
Face the sorrow to move on
For after sorrow comes joy like never before
God has a plan
A plan we don't have to understand
A plan that gives Him glory and joy
Walk the way of God
For in the end your joy will be full
No sorrow for yourself
A simple step you must take
A simple path is all it takes
For God brings peace
With God your destruction stops
God brings life
No more sorrow for yourself
Don't run and hide
Find the light
Find the eternity of life

"Surely God is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid. The LORD, the LORD, is my strength and my song; He has become my salvation. With joy you will draw water from the wells of salvation." Isaiah 12:2-3

New Hope!

I wrote these poems about a year ago when I was in the midst of some tough issues in my life. These poems are dedicated to people that have had events in their lives that have caused (are causing) them pain or led to depression.

James 1:2 (MSG) "Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. You know that, under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors. So don't try to get out of anything prematurely. Let it do its work so you become mature and well-developed, not deficient in any way."

Where God Begins and Confusion Ends

I felt alone.
No one knew.
They tried to help me.
They made me talk.
Sometimes I want to talk but sometimes not.
They didn't know.
How could they comfort me when they didn't know?
I just wanted to stay home.
I was tired of pretending everything was fine.
But I didn't want people to know that everything wasn't fine.
I needed help so I looked for people to help me.
I knew God could help but I couldn't always feel Him.
I needed a person or so I thought.
I just wanted to sleep.
I didn't want to leave my house.
What was wrong with me?
I needed things to be back to normal.
What was normal?
I just wanted normal.
I wanted someone to comfort me and hold me.
What was wrong with me?
I was so confused.
I don't think I knew how I felt.
I didn't feel anything.
Why couldn't I let God hold me?
Because I let confusion rule me.
Confusion must end.
Confusion must pass away.
Why couldn't I let God hold me?
Because I held my head high.
I closed my eyes.
I shut my ears.
Confusion in my head appeared.
My smell was not right.
For all I could smell was stench and rottenness.
My stomach did not work.
Food had no appeal.
Why couldn't I let God hold me?
My blood ruled me instead of letting God's Son come down.
I could not walk on my own.
Fear from confusion entrapped me.
I could not be alone.
For my heart was not mine to give away.
So confusion ruled me.
Why can I let God hold me?
God can hold me because my heart is His.
God can hold me because my life has a new beginning in Him.
God can hold me because confusion and fear He wiped away.
They lay at His feet, as it may.
Love takes away the fear inside.
Love takes away confusion's head.
My eyes and ears are open now.
My smell begins to smell the tears.
My stomach digest like never before.
Walking with Him holding me.
This is where I know I should be.
No more trapped within a cage.
No more sleeping in.
Awake I should be.
Watching and waiting to see confusion of others.
For confusion takes hold of you and me.
No more ruling we should see.
Confusion is lost for all to begin.
God is our director and so we should see.
Confusion our hearts no more will they see.
For God's beginning is all we need.

Fresh and new we will see.

God's beginning, love in me.

Heavy Burden

A heavy burden laid upon my heart
It pulled me down
It hid my heart
A heavy burden that had no end
It caused me tears
It cost me sin
A heavy burden that could see no end
It played with me
It blinded me
Then one day the burden lay
Down to the ground the burden may
For on that day the Lord did say
I take it away
Your heart is mine for all to see
Your tears and sins are upon me
Now see all as they should be
Now assist me in your day
For I can take all burdens away
A heavy burden is wiped away

2 Timothy 1:7 "For God has not given us a spirit of fear but of power and of love and of a sound mind."

Seeing True Blossoms

Apple blossoms

People come, people go

Pickers pick, pickers stop

Opening up, let the sunshine in

Prunning just right, let the light

Impressions left of new and old

Standing strong as breezes blow

Blossoms bloom as bees buzz by

Spray the bugs

Save from the frost

Perfected care, producing fruit

Hard work is done

Life must go

Start again

Fresh apples, our strength

Strength to start opening

Strength to prune once more

Old and new, fresh is true

Beautiful apple blossoms to see
Seeing true as truth is seen

Seeing apple blossoms true

Good Reminders

Here are two poems I wrote. One is a reminder of what God has done for me. The other is a reminder that when I fall and am humble, God is with me and so I can still have joy and peace in the midst of whatever is occuring in my life.

Heavy Burden
A heavy burden laid upon my heart
It pulled me down
It hid my heart
A heavy burden that had no end
It caused me tears
It cost me sin
A heavy burden that could see no end
It played with me
It blinded me

Then one day the burden lay
Down to the ground the burden may
For on that day the Lord did say
I take it away
Your heart is mine for all to see
Your tears and sins are upon me
Now see all as they should be
Now assist me in your day
For I can take all burdens away
A heavy burden is wiped away

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Joy in Falling
Up, up, up we go
Down, down, down will occur
High and proud we can be
Low and below will occur
Seeing the world below, as we go high
Below the world looks up
Falling slow and sudden
The world wonders why
Falling fast and far
The world sees us no more
Up, up, up we go
Down, down, down we fall
High in the sky brings us worldly vision

But falling down below brings us joy
For high is for all to see
But low is hidden from me
High is where only One should be
Low is where One's joy is poured
Falling from on high
Falling down below
Looking up and wondering why
Down below could bring such joy
For up above is so alive
But down below is how we should thrive
Falling in joy
Falling in joy
Up then down we will go
Up then down we have seen
For falling brings more
For falling brings joy to you and me
Falling brings peace for all to be

Heart Change

It has been awhile since I have written a post and my next post will tell you a little bit about why I have taken a break but for now here is a little poem I wrote. I wrote it to remind myself to continue to recognize and see God's love, and to continue to change for Him.

Change for Love

Change is far and seen

Further will it be

Change is all for me

Selfish ambition, no, sincerely be

Change for Love

Goodwill for Him above

Change to rejoice

Truth is in my voice

Change is time

Time to twine

Change my heart

My soul be humbled

Change in life and death

Faith in confidence of breath

Change in love takes place

Strife and suffering are worthy

Change to humility

Each individual is more than mine

Change to care for others

No complaint be uttered

Change for Him, not another

His pleasure be mine

Change from sorrow to joy

His joy and sorrow be thine

Change to become blameless

Not service for faith

Change for service of faith

My heart complains

Change for me lay by

My heart retains

Change for Him became

For another’s love

Change I wait

Yet changed lily be

Change is desired

For gain is loss

Change brings knowledge

Open up and choose

Change your thinking

Press on

Change the image inside

Let the prize hide, no more

Change your mind, body, and soul

Heart underneath

Change for Him

Let change be

Change for Love

What joy will bring

Change your prayers

Release yourself

Change if you will

Your will is just a pill

Change is everlasting

Worry no more

Change too fearless

Peace is stronger

Change to God’s own child

Heart be guarded

Change to be true

Noble, just, and pure

Change to lovely

Seek good will and justice

Change to praise Him

Reflect truth

Change brings contentment

It can be done

Change for Love

His love

Change for all

All things are done

Change is vigorous

Each need is met

So Change

Choose to change

Change, for love is great

Choose God

Change, for God is love

Never failing God

Change for faith

Hope in love

Change from inside out

Love for Him

Change as death is life

Death is never far

Change life

Let more Love in

Changed from hiding

Far behind me

Changed from within

Love is in me

Changed as time

Time in excess

Change refined me

Believe in Him

Change in all things

My hope endures

Change for Love

Transformation began

Change continues

Keep letting Love in

Change as you let Love

Love others more

Change as a gift

Gift to the Everlasting

Change has Love

Thankfulness beside my amazement

Change for Love

As Love transformed me

Philippians

1 Corinthians 13

Cleaning Up The Mess

So if you know me...then you know that I like to clean. I tend to clean as I go. I enjoy turning up the music and cleaning my house. And yes, I do like the smell of bleach because it is the smell of clean. :) I do not understand how people can live in messy houses and when I say messy I mean dirty messy, not just stuff lying around. One day I started thinking about how some people are clean and some people are messy. Then I started wondering why people are messy, do they just not care or do they feel overwhelmed by cleaning or are they somehow less stressed with chaos? So I then asked different people their opinion. Some people said that being clean or messy is part of your personality, some said it is based on habits or how a person grew up, some said being messy is just plain laziness, and others believed it was a mix of personality and habits. Of course, since I like things clean, I wrote a poem about cleaning up the mess.

Clean the Mess

Is it our personality?

Or are we just lazy?
Is lazy part of our personality?
Are our words just words?
Or is there more behind them?
If God's Word is more, then shouldn't are words be more?
If God's Word says watch our idle chatter, then shouldn't we watch it?
Does that mean our words are more?
If our words are more, then shouldn't are mess mean more?
Shouldn't our actions about the mess be more?
Doesn't everyone desire to be clean even thought they are messy?
Is messy really part of their personality?
If God's desire is for us to be clean, then shouldn't our desire be the same?
Where does the desire stop?
We all want a clean heart but we still stumble, right?
Don't we all want to see beauty and not the ugly?
If that is so, then shouldn't we all want what is best?
And isn't what is best to clean up the mess?
Yes, it may take some time.
For messes are overwhelming.
Trying to figure out where to start.
Some people hire others to start.
Some people just leave the mess a mess.
But the greatest accomplishment is working on cleaning the mess.
Cleaning the mess on our own.
But wait there is one more step.
That we must never forget.
We may have created the mess but strength to clean is not from us.
Strength to clean and cleaning come from the one and the same.
Something more deep in our heart.
The clutter and dust may remain each day.
For each day is a new day.
And may is for service of heart.
Service clears the dust of each day.
An what is in our hears clears the clutter.
Will mess or clean rule your room?
Will mess or clean rule your personality?
What will we do each day?
Is our mess our reality?
Why not work on our mess each day?
What happens as we clear our mess away?
Does it ever end?
What can we learn?
What we learn is day to day.
Cleaning each day little by little.
Until one day the Cleaner has helped us clean all the mess away.
Doesn't it feel good to work on cleaning the mess again.
It's a process...It's a process.
But doesn't our Cleaner say, keep on cleaning every day?
Don't look back.
Don't think you can't.
Don't let others do all the work for you.
For in the end who is accountable?
But the ones who cleaned for themselves and for others.
For we all work in harmony.
Harmony to clean the dirt from our feet.
Harmony to clean the mess away.
Harmony to hear behind the words.
To see hidden meanings and understanding.
Cleaning is for all to do.
Don't miss the cleaning that is for you.
For in the end you are responsible.
Responsible, each one of us.
For each individual.
For each with each other.
In Harmony for all to see.
Messy is our room in every way.
But clean it will be.
For the way is not our way.
Because the words our not our words.
One Ultimate Word.
One Ultimate Cleaner.
Messy we are but clean we can be.

Cooking

Just thinking today about how much I enjoy cooking. So here is a little poem I wrote awhile back about cooking.

Cooking with Flavor in Mind

The flavor is where we begin and end.
Pull out the ingredients from the start.
Each one scrutinized, just right.
Adding the right amount is where flavor begins.
How this is determined is done by a taste.
When the taste is bad, less or more we must add.
Sometimes starting over when the favor is overwhelming.
Starting again with the right amount with one ingredient.


Then one by one through each ingredient.
Tasting and testing for the right amount.
Flavor is important for it is the beginning and the end.
The flavor of each ingredient affects the whole.
Each flavor we must add with an end goal.
Taste testing and wondering how it will be.
Thank goodness for starting new when the flavor is not right.
Opening the oven to bigger and better.
Allowing the ultimate Baker to bake just right for us.
Tasting and testing for the right flavor.
Putting it in the oven when all seems just right.
The oven bakes away.
How much time does it need?
To much or to less may cause it not to have the right flavor.
Overdone makes it bitter and the smell of burning fills the oven.
Underdone is just not quite to perfection.
The time it takes to perfection of flavor.
The time it takes to understand how much time is needed.
Once perfection is reach in the oven the next step we will take.


Tasting and testing if the baking succeeded.
The end result is done by the ultimate Baker.
The whole process He watched, planned, and perfected.
The next step is digestion.
The smell is perfection of the ultimate Baker.
Will our stomach accept and digestion occur?
If the ingredients are from the ultimate Baker.
What choice do we have in what the Baker has baked?
Except to choose to digest for His flavor is perfection.
Tasting, testing, digesting with flavor in mind.

Hair Design

Our hair comes in many shapes and colors
Passionate streaks across our head
Black, Brown, Blonde
And in between
Red is striking


Yes, in deed
Curls or straight
Or maybe wave
Which way should my hair be today

Passionate for my hair
Every color we can make it
Every day we can arrange it
But the true color still remains

Underneath it, it remains

No one knows what will be next

My hair changes colors just for me

But my hair needs strength from constant color

My hair needs help to keep it healthy

Where can that strength come from

For dry and frizzy it should not be

For healthy hair is moist and shinny

Or so we it seems

Right in order every hair we see
Right in order for the world to see
What products do we need
How can we make the hair stay in place
With products and tools does the world say
Just the right ones for just the right person

Passionate people with passionate hair
But what does passion do for us
How can passionate hair remain
For the right products, for our lives
Come from more than what the hands did make
Many colors we can change
But the true color does remain
For the true color is how we were made

Just one step closer is how we came
For our hair design has but one designer
From the beginning where the One remained
The One is more than just my design
The One sees more than just one color for me

For hair design is His business
For hair design He did create
Don't let your hair design be a distraction
But thank the One who designed it with passion!

Tears Fall Down

If you know me well, then you know that I am a crier. I tend to cry when I am happy, sad, angry, and pretty much any other occasion. I don't tend to pay attention to whether I cry in private or public. In fact, I think I have cried just about anywhere you can think of: bank, park, restaurant, bathroom, church, and yes, Disneyland. Anyway, I have always done this, it's just part of who I am. There have been times in my life where I have cried more than others. There have been times when I cried because I saw the amazing grace of God or heard His Words in a new way. There have been times that I cried because I saw how God was working in someone's life or have the opportunity to bring them encouragement. But what is most important to me is remembering I cry because I feel. For the past few months I kind of wondered how much I really felt. However, my tears remind me that I have always felt and will continue to do so for the rest of my life. My tears over the last six months definitely qualify as one of those "cried more" times. I have cried tears of joy and tears of anguish (so if you see me crying don't automatically think it is because I am upset :)) During this last crying season, I wrote a couple of poems to remind me that tears are good and are a reminder that we all feel. I get to choose how I will direct my tear feelings: give them to God, let them fly around in the air, stuff them back down where they came from, or not let them come at all (this one doesn't really work for me, haha). So here are simple little poems about tears:

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Tears

Tears of sorrow
Tears of joy
Tears of anger
Tears of hope
Tears of confusion
Tears of understanding
Tears, Tears, Tears
Tears are never ending
Tears show all our feeling


Tears connect feeling to mind, body, and spirit
Tears are fresh and new
Tears are old and ugly
Tears of thoughts not right
Tears of humility
Tears are what we are made of
Tears are what we feel and see
Tears, Tears, Tears
Tears of a Father looking down on us
Tears of His sadness and joy come one in all
Tears are what we live for
Tears for hope and future
Tears for peace in all
Tears of a loving Father
Tears of His love for all
Tears of His grace come forth
Tears give our spirit flight
Tears released open heavens door
Tears, Tears, Tears
Tears of the Father, Son, and Spirit

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Tears of Joy

Falling down they come
Apart from us they are not
Falling from my heart
Sorrow comes to start
Falling, how it may
Tomorrow is a new way
Sorrow falls away
Tears come to play
Tears come with such display
Tomorrow is another day


Falling tears array
Falling tears wiped away
Tears anew bringing hope
Sorrow falls away
Joy comes in the new day
Tears of joy spreading
Spreading hope anew
Tears of joy, hooray!

Love Has No End

Love is grace

Love takes place

On weary days love remains

On endless days love takes the reins

Love gives

Love has no end

When times are hard love stays

When no one knows love knows

When no one see love sees

Love forgives

Love has no end

On angry days love remains

On sorrowful days love takes space

Love boast of none

Love is the glorious one

When one rejects love claims strength

When weakness shows love goes through

Love is selfless

Love is mysterious

Love is a wonder that no one knows

As the heart beats love comes to those

As the heart of love is seen

Love has no end

For Love is known, as God is know

For Love is God

And God is Love

And all have known

Love has made a claim today

Love takes ones heart

Love is all

When love shows through

When strength is new

Love is all for each of you

Love has no end to reach through

For Love is God

And God is Love

Risky Business

In light of yesterdays blog, here is a poem I wrote about questioning and seeing the business of choosing God (and His fire):

Risky Business

Once there was some risky business.
Business so risky, how can that be?
But be it was for me.
Was that all I could see?
Seeing was so hard for me.
Was there more hard work ahead for me?
Ahead was where I wanted to be.
Was wanting enough for me?
Enough could be fulfilling to Thee.
Is fulfilling me all just for me?
All just for me not for Thee.
Is not for Thee, helpful to me?
Helpful to me is not risky business.
Was not risky business what I want?
What I want is risky business.
Is what I want faithful to Thee?
Faithfulness is the beginning for me.
Is the beginning where I should be?
Where I should be is right with Thee.
Was not right with Thee beneficial to me?
Beneficial to me is right with Thee.
Is not right with Thee so much more for me?
So much more for me leads to truth with Thee.
Was not Thy truth plenty for me?
Plenty for me is fruit for Thee.
Is not Thy fruit upon me?
Fruit upon me brings risky business.

Was not that the plan for Thy risky business?
Risky business from Thee to me.
From Thee to me a trust, do we see?
We see a business built for Thee.
What business comes from me?
What comes from me is only the assistance from Thee.
Is assistance what you want from me?
Assistance to build a business for Thee.
Why is Thy business a risky one for me?
It is a risky one for me because not all believe Thee.
What more do all need to see?
Seeing is for me with Thee.
How can they see without Thee?
Without Thee there business flees.
How can you let them flee from Thee?
You let them flee because of Thee.
Why can't they stop fleeing from Thee?
You let them choose to flee from Thee.
Why choosing is allowed by Thee?
Thy word is a graceful choice for all to see.
Why do they pee on Thee, instead of see?
Their urge to pee comes ahead of Thee.
Can't they see the urge is not as important as Thee?
Importance is all I should see.
Why is importance such risky business for me?
Risky business is where I should be.
Where else should I be?
But Walking with Thee in eternity.
Risky business for you and me?
Risky business for all to see.
Risky business consuming see?
Consuming fire, risky business for you and me.

Risky Business

Listening to Life

Are you listening?
Do you hear?
What is your response?
Can you take action?
Each day is a new day
Each moment passes by
The well fills with water
As the rains come down
Voice heard from above
Where did it come from?
Can you determine He calls?
Do you hear His voice at all?
Each lesson is learned
Each weight can be lifted
The shelf splits in half
The books may not fall
For the voice from above
Listening you must do
Direction and discernment
Trust in things new
Hope for knowledge
Hope for your house
Are you listening?
Do you hear?
He speaks to you
He walks with you
A suitcase full of leftovers
A bag no longer needed


Hear Him and take action
Don't respond with a redaction
A turtle slowly makes it
A hare speeds on by
But what is your response?
What is your reaction?
Moments disappear
Time can't stand still
Let go of your umbrella
And let the rain pour upon you
Open your mind
Open your heart
Hear without fear
Remember life is not afar
The rays from the sun flood down
The moon shines bright
As you listen and you hear
Hear the heart of a Father
Speaking words
People bow and pray
Pray not just to pray
Are you listening?
Do you hear?
Pause for a moment of silence
Contemplate the array
Read words of life
Speak words of life
Listen and hear life
Respond with a reaction
Peace you will find
Peace like a deer
Eating grass from a meadow
Not far from here
Look out your window
The door has a new space
As you listen and hear
A new direction takes place
The old way is so near
But new is here to stay
Don't back away

Are you listening?
Do you hear?
Travel at times
Or stay
Words spoken to you
Life made so new
Hope for the next step
Help in your house
Peace is a display
Listen and obey
A whale could not be hollow
A dolphin jumps up high
Are you listening?
Do you hear?
Babies smile for awhile
An open heart you must display
Listen and hear life
Don't fall in disarray
Confide and let go
Open a bouquet
Listen to your Father above
His words for doves
Don't forget to listen to Life
Knowing dismay is locked away
Sit in bed to lay awake
Hear words take place
Just in the right time
In the peaceful passage
Listening and hearing Life
Dedication for on high
On high is where hearing comes
Come to listen
Listening to Life