While We Were Waiting

While we were waiting for the stars to align,

The unchanging tide drew us in.

Wave after wave of reason

Surged the labyrinth of our minds

Making it hard to distinguish

Fears from legitimate truth. 

While we were waiting for their courses to collide,

We accepted the new beginnings,

Though wary of a celestial crash

That at any moment could collapse 

Our world, our connection, lost.

We waited in our silent symmetry

Wondering when the day would come

Where stars would burn and fall,

Yet far above they burned so bright,

Giving light to their very last,

While we were waiting. 

~ mbw

If Stars Could See

"If stars could see,"

They'd say, we would know

Why we are here,

Why suffering continues,

And evil consumes humanity.

"If stars could see,"

They'd say, we would hear

The ancient testimonies

Of how civilizations came to be

And true intentions of authority.

Whether for good or ill,

The truth would be had.

"If stars could see,"

They'd say.

Yet the skies do not hold

The vast knowledge so desired.

These gastric lights have not sight

In divine intentions

Nor in historic realities. 

"Even if stars could see," 

I'd say, we would all still wonder

"Why he and not I?
~ mbw

I Am Enough

I am enough.
I refuse to believe your lies.
You won't hinder me anymore
Because I reject your words
That cut me to the core.
My feet no longer dance
To the rhythm of your drums. 
I am free to be
Who I was created to be
Flaws and all, I am accepted. 
Your manipulative games are over
No longer will I rise to your beckon call
Shame and guilt have been cast off. 
I am enough. 

Coming into Yourself: The Prose of Life

Coming in to who you are,

A changing of sorts.

The shifting of pieces that make up you

The adding, the casting away,

All in the process of finding the grown you.

You strive to differentiate

Child from the adult, 

Your greatesqt longing is

Acceptance of who you've found

Yourself to be. Enjoyment 

In your friends' company. 

Peal off the mask; be not afraid,

To come out from the shell

Your little self had made.

Take my hand and journey with me.

Life is but a few words 

In this prose of destiny.

Beauty from Ashes

Let the bitter tears fall

My young one,

It takes strength to release 

The lachrymose gates.

Expel the rank emotions,

Long building in your tiny chest.

Hold not to the poison 

Of bitterness any longer.

Unlock these iron doors

That keep in you isolated in your fear;

You don't have to stay

An adolescent victim of perilous wrongs.

Out of the ashes of your pain,

Emerge into the nascent being

Steadily growing inside you.

Build beauty anew.

Be not restricted by doubts 

That so easily assail your mind. 

Heed not the scars you bear

For they are marks of what you've borne.

Step forth to your path of destiny;

It was planned uniquely for you.
~ mbw

Created for Love

Just a single whisper

Can set my heart aflutter

And cause the stomach to drop.

A lifetime of whispers,

In succession with latitudes of praise,

Can raise my discouraged

Being to believe there could be more.

More beyond the deceptions

And cruel lies I am led to believe,

Telling me I'm not worth love and mercy.

"Words cut sharp," say wise old men,

Yet actions can be just as cruel.

Beauty I find in the chaos around me;

I hold the power to choose not to listen

To the lies that surround my soul.

I can be free of the tempting whisper

Deceiving me that I'm not good enough.

I'm good enough because of who made me.

My failings and faults are not all that define me.

My identity is not found in flesh.

It is ephemeral, transcendent;

In the hands of my maker.

I am a creature created for love.

On My Mind

At the forefront of my mind
And still so far away,
These words of mine linger
As I struggle for something to say.
Some might call me unsocial,
A closed or unfriendly type,
But what they cannot see
Is how I fear being me.
I learn what's acceptable,
By what they don't say;
I see a two-way life
Marked out as my future path.
I yearn to reveal the unique me
Who resides inside this mind
While attempting to keep everyone
Happy around me.
I cannot live with this heaviness
Of all I see and hear,
Welled up inside my soul
Ready to burst from it's shell.
I may be viewed as moody,
Or socially ostracized,
But I will say these words
For I cannot stuff them
In another crag to hide.
~ mbw

Presence in the Midst

There are times of birth,

And times of death, 

A time where hate surrounds you,

And fears descend,

There will be times under heaven,

When tears and harsh words cut you,

A time when joy and kindness fill you.

A time when you're amidst trouble.

Still, he is present;

He is with you,

In every season under the sun.

Presence in the Midst

There are times of birth,

And times of death, 

A time where hate surrounds you,

And fears descend,

There will be times under heaven,

When tears and harsh words cut you,

A time when joy and kindness fill you.

A time when you're amidst trouble.

Still, he is present;

He is with you,

In ever season under the sun.

Embrace

Time, they say, 

Is the healer of all wounds

And yet they do not feel

The piercing sting of the pain

Residing deep in my soul.

They do not know of the words

That cut me deep to the core.

They do not know the long nights

Where I laid awake crying 

For someone to take the pain.

No, time doesn't heal wounds.

How can it? A created part of the universe.

Spoken into being by the all-existent One.

There is One though who knows my pain.

There is One who's felt my shame.

In his hand is the balm for my soul.

In his arm, he longs to hold me close

Letting blood heal my wounds.

Even to the depths of my soul, 

God embraces me and calls me his own.  

I am the daughter he has redeemed.

Where I Cannot Reach

Where I Cannot Reach
You are;Where I cannot reach.
Loneliness surrounds me
And I long for your comfort
Yet I am left  wanting.
You stay;
Where I cannot be.
I search in vain
For a secret door
But find  only blank walls.
You go;
Where I cannot follow.
I run I in blind pursuit
Desceptively believing
That I'll find your footprints.
You are the hidden part of me.

~ mbw

On My Mind

At the forefront of the mindAnd still so far away,
These words of mine linger 
As I struggle for something to say.
Some might call me unsocial,
A closed or unfriendly type,
But what they cannot see
Is how I fear being me.
I learn what's acceptable,
By what they don't say;
I see a two way life
Marked for my future.
I cannot live with this heaviness
Of all I see and hear
Welled up inside my soul
Ready to burst from its shell.
I maybe be viewed as moody
Or socially ostracized,
But I will say these words
For I cannot stuff them in another crag
As if to merely hide.

Hessed

With the changing winds and coming tides,
All I long for is reliance.
To know that even in the storm, 
Even through the maelstrom,
You never change;
Your love for me remains the same.
Hessed.
Your quiet whisper hovers
Over the raging waters.
Hessed.
I am the faithful, reliant One;
I never change, my child
You are the one I hessed.

This Road Called Life

I, embarking on this journey,

Know not where my future lies,

But I'll not let these precious moments 

Be clouded with sorrowful goodbyes.

Today is borne new beginnings, 

An unveiling for all to see.

This faith-filled pursing 

Of where he wants me to be.

I know not where the road will bend

To and fro or straight,

Yet I know I do not go alone

For my life's not left to Fate.

Alone

Alone and forgotten like a worn old blanket 

She sits by the fire hugging herself, 

Remembering the warm smiles and familial jokes

That would greet her no longer.

Tears track down her face.

She wipes her cheek

As if to push away the grief,

Yet her fingers mindlessly come to straighten her unruly hair

Just as her mother used to do for her.

Looking into the fire, she succumbs to tears again.

It was just as meloncholy as she,

Yet knew nothing of suffering or loss.

It was inanimate, unknowingly in bliss,

Just as she wished she could be.

Old times were gone and never coming back.

She was stuck here: alone, broken

But she wouldn't forget them. 

Not as long as she had words left unspoken.

Twilight falls rapidly casting an eerie glow in the room. 

The fire dances somberly before her.

There seemed to be no end to the gloom.

Of one thing she was positive:

She'd always cherish the memories.

Pantomime of Symmetry

I pull the corner so it hangs just right,

Yet I see how people treat me like I'm too uptight.

If I want to be accepted, I must make my life 

A pantomime of symmetry,

Poking fun of this ostracized part of me.

My quirky habits mean more to me

Than a side show for laughs.

It is a part of me that 

No one understands, but you do.

All they see is a quick correction;

You see the woman behind 

This black suit and pale face.

To you it is not an anal reflex

But a beautiful rendition 

Of my pantomime of symmetry.

Unfetter my Heart, Lord

Unfetter my heart, Lord

That I might be free.

I offer all I have

Make what you can of me.

Crack this hard shell

And mould me like new

That I might be 

A reflection of you.

What little I have

I lay it before hour throne.

Restore me, O God.

May I long for you alone.

Hope

What is life?

But this empty hole;

Swallowing humanity alive

And leaving us in the dark, 

Where shadows come to haunt us

With their ghoulish shapes 

And devilish size.

Where is the light 

That makes these shadows?

Their arms wouldn't reach 

Desperately for all souls wandering;

As if they would not exist 

But for the light.

In the dark

A silent spark

Kindled into a blaze.

Hope--unexplainable

Burns with unique chance fervor

Drawing souls toward the eternal light.

Inside

Deep within these walls I hide

Away from the rejection.

I'm so tired

Of all the lies and being shoved aside.

Guilt overtakes me once again

Weighing me down 'til I drown in my sin.

I'm so tired

Of all the mistakes.

Rescue me from who I am inside.

You look last my brokenness 

To see the child cowering there.

You see my silent tears

And hear my gentle cries

To find love and acceptance near.

You offer rest for my weariness

A rejuvenation of the soul.

With you I'll learn to stand and fight

For who I can be

Not just who I am in the inside,

Because I am precious

In your eyes.

Yahweh

Amidst the chaos,

In my broken moment,

Yahweh, you are here.

Beyond the cosmos,

Outside my universe,

Yahweh, you are there.

Everywhere. 

Broader than the widest ocean,

Tinier than the smallest atom,

You fill all space.

Creator of time;

The I AM; self-existent One;

Yahweh, 

Here with me.