My Mind is a Dark Hallway

My mind is a dark hallway
Tenebrous. Filled with fears,
Thoughts I believed forgotten
Sorrow locked behind tight doors
Yet if I were to walk down
This hallway, I dread what I'd find.
Iron locks oxidizing from the cool rush of air
Floating aimlessly through the hall.
My mind, protected,
My memories, safe.
But how am I? Cowering,
Behind my safety, afraid to live
Or will I unlock these doors
That hold back my passion
Drives, goals. To find freedom
To be me.

Where is the Light?

This world seems so crazy;
I hear the sirens call
Once again racing toward
Calamities unknown.
How did these streets turn
To dens of vile deceit,
While the pious fill church coffers
With their righteous mites.
Death like a parasitic being
Latches onto us, seeping,
Draining all life away
Into its all-consuming void.
Even the sun is blocked out
By the grey luminous clouds
Threatening to enclose us
In unending darkness.
Where is the light?
How am I to see
The path though this mire
Of disjointed reality?

As I Am

As I am,
Unadorned
You take me.
Unnoticed, unloved
You receive me.
The very essence
Of who you are
Draws me close,
Closer to who made me.
Even if I push away
I look around still able
To see your handiwork.
No, you are not far away,
Distant and cold
You come close
To those you love
As oxygen is to fire
So your love is to me.

More

I am more than my bad decisions,

More than my many failures,

I am not unforgivable,

Or anyone’s mistake.

I am not lost or unseen;

I am not insignificant;

I do not have to despair

Or wallow in disappointment

Because I have been found,

Found by Jesus

And because of him,

I can stand before him,

Forgiven.

This Thing Called Life

Don’t be afraid to let emotion free

You don’t have to hide anymore

And portray the face of tranquility.

Life has ups and downs bringing,

Wins and losses applently.

Those walls you’ve erected to protect

Your vulneralbility and rejected heart

Are keeping out my arms reaching 

To pull you close to me

And heal those festering wounds,

Which you have so carefully guarded.

Don’t be afraid to show to me

How you actually feel 

Catharsis is how humanity deals 

With this thing called life.

The Fog Sinks Toward the Ground

The fog sinks toward the ground,

As the trees wave their haunting branches.

I walk slowly up the path,

Taking a deed breath of the fresh air.

The scent of lilacs invade my nose,

The circadias sound their rhythmic beat.

I can imagine for a moment

That all is right with the world.

Fight to See the Light

The dark will not consume me. 

I fight to see the light. 

I will push against the waves of terror

Crashing over me.

No power is greater 

Than the God I cry out to.

I know he can rescue me

Even amidst this maelstrom.

Wellspring of Life

Let your Spirit flow like water

Quenching my soul,

Being a wellspring of life

Down deep to the core.

May I love without limit,

May I spread contagious joy,

Like rapid moving river,

Invading every pore.

Displace all the sediment,

Settling heavy over me

Send it down river 

Past the cross and set me free.

by MaryBeth Weaver

Only Love

You tell me I’m not good enough,

That I must criticize every flaw,

You show me with corrective action,

Love is purely conditional,

That I only have one chance

To do it right and if I fail,

You’ll make it right. 

But love is not dependent 

On perfection of me or you,

It should be freely given, 

As no one is infallible. 

I choose to make a difference

To only love today,

Instead of giving my inner bully

A voice to erode life away,

With unending negativity. 

To withhold the ugly comments,

The expressions of displeasure,

That lead others to defeat,

Of ever holding up to my itinerary. 

Only love will be my intention,

To be spread unconditionality. 

I Look Around to See

I look around to see

What is left of me 

After all my dreams have fled

And my doubts rise.

Where is the future now?

Before so bold and true,

It turns decrepit to me

Wasting into nothing

But blanket misery.

I long to feel a touch

Of comfort and tenderness

Yet all I know is silence.

My mind can conjur dreams

Of what’s supposed to be.

Still disappointed I stay,

Knowing it’s all a fantasy.

Lonely Sailor

You might feel lonely
And left adrift
With naught to keep
You tied to shore
But hold fast, my lonely sailor
And look to the heavens,
The stars, they guide you,
The moon shines for you.
Hold tight to weather hewed helm,
And look to the horizon
Ever looking for that rocky shore.

You Are

Outside time and space,
You are,
Existing and broad,
Covering even outside the boundaries
Of what humanity conceives of you.
You are
Self-existent, awesome,
Greater than what is comprehended--
You are.

Never Too Broken

We are never too broke to be loved
Accepted as pieces of imperfections
Being molded into beautiful works of clay.
We don't have to seclude ourselves
As if we are less than worthy
Because it's not what we do
Or what's happened to us
That somehow make us deserve love.
We are human beings
And that is reason enough.

I Wanted to Stay

I wanted to stay, to make things okay,
But life had other plans.
I wanted to say I'd gladly wait,
That I understand your fears,
Yet you gave me no chances,
Leaving a hot coffee in your wake.
Is it me? Or is it you? Is it both of us?
I cannot tell as I look in the mirror.
Am I that needy that I pushed you away?
I could handle it if you were just not that in to me
But then I think of her.
Why'd you say hello and take to me to the mall
If you couldn't let go of her?
I wanted to fix all the pain
So we could move on and enjoy the rain
But find myself staring at your message
Confusing building in my brain.
How do I move on to friendship
When I had more in my sights?
I wanted to stay, but you ran away.

A to G

What is in a note,
That black filled dot
With heightened staff
The symbol of nature's symphony.
How played these songs
That nature sings
Where still unsung melodies
Are revealed
Enclosed between notes A to G.
Composed through the ages
To move and unite us all.
The reverberations, waves cascading
All around us, still the music plays on.
Can you hear it?
It hinges on the cusp,
At the edge of what still is to be;
Cathartic in form and practice.
Whether healing in it's aspect,
Or cruelty in its words,
Music holds power like none other.
Translucent, yet conspicuous
Challenging, yet simple.
Courageous, yet trepid
All contained within notes A to G.