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