" Any patch of sunlight in a wood will show you something about the sun which you could never get from reading books on astronomy. These pure and spontaneous pleasures are 'patches of godlight' in the woods of our experience."

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Christmas Is Different This Year

Same as always

But this year is different
The ice in my heart 
Has cracked away
Lights are brighter
Trees prettier

The cold outside
Won't freeze me
Hope and love
Keep me warm

Baby in a manger
Means so much more
God's gift to us
A tiny baby
His only Son
Born to die
 So that I might live

That's why Christmas is different this year
Realizing the importance
Of God's gift
The reason for the season
It means so much more
When you accept
God's gift.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Christmas Lights

Glowing Christmas lights
Shine down upon me
Warmth, love, and comfort
Fill my heart

Christmas lights make me happy
They cheer me.
Twinkling like stars -
Brilliant, multicolored stars

Memories flood 
Of Christmases long past
Reflecting of old times
Warms my heart

The lights remind me
Of someone who came
A small baby born,
The reason we celebrate this day

That baby was a light
For all the world to see
He came here to save me
 And He came to save you

I love Christmas lights
And the joy that they give.
I love that small baby
And the light that He gives.


Friday, December 5, 2014

Bad Guy gone Good

Am I the only person who loves a bad guy gone good story?

Present me with a tortured bad guy with a twisted past and then show me his redemption. I will melt into a puddle of tears and feelings. He will forever be one of my favorite characters.

Why is this redemption story, cliche as it is, so important? Why does it impact me in such a huge way? Why am I always rooting for the bad guy who becomes a hero?

Maybe he's an evil vampire who has been rejected all his life, then when he finally finds acceptance with the woman he loves, it changes him.

Or perhaps he's a druggie, who only wants to die, but finds a reason to live and comes out of the gutter as a new man.

What about a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist who literally becomes a hero and learns to love and care for more than just himself.

Or my favorite: a madman who stole a blue box, ran away from his problems, committed genocide and then committed himself to helping save others.

It doesn't matter. The story has been told hundreds of different ways. Why is it important?

Because if there can be redemption for them, if there is goodness somewhere inside of those people, then there is redemption for me. Maybe I see that dual layer within myself. A person who has done horrible things but learns and grows from it to become a better person. Isn't that the human condition? Isn't that what most people strive for?

And usually the "bad guy" slips up and falls back into his old ways at some point in the story. That always hits me hard. I grieve for them. Why would you do that again?? I think.  But then I see myself in that too, always repeating my mistakes. But that still doesn't take away from the redemption. Because the character sees the mistake and is sorry it happened. They pick themselves up and try again to be the hero.

It is more realistic to see characters who are bad and yet also good. That is how most human beings are. Everyone isn't all bad or all good. We are a mixture of mistakes and apologies. Bad choices and good choices. So it feels more real to me even if the story is about vampires, superheros, or time lords. I can connect with that character because I see myself in them.

Redemption makes a great story and great characters but more importantly it gives people a desire and a hope for something better for themselves - that they too can find redemption and have a better life.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

A Heart that Loves the Ocean

I watch the waves,
Waiting and wistful
Wishing the water
Would wash me away.

The wind pushes me
The waves pull me
Presenting me with possibilities
Its power calls to me
The chaos scares me
Yet I am comforted

Crashing waves are music
To my ears
The spray of the ocean 
Invigorates me

Will I miss the sun?
The salty air?
The smell of the sea?
Will they be lost to me?
When I sink,
Pressed under the crushing waves,
The curve of the ocean
Embracing me.

Precious water
Crystal clear
Carving a new heart in me -
A heart that loves 
The crest of the waves,
Splashing foam.
A heart that loves the ocean.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Give Thanks

When the sun shines bright and the skies are clear,
When God is blessing, 
Give thanks.

When the table is full and also your stomach,
When there is a roof over your head,
When you and your family are healthy,
When your job is stress free,
Give thanks.

When God performs a miracle,
When your friends are close and your enemies far,
When life is good,
Give thanks.

But when skies are dark and the storms come, 
When the table is empty with no money to fill it,
When you lose your job,
When a loved one is taken from this world,
When sickness and tragedy come,
Give thanks.

When God says no,
When friends betray you and family abandons you,
When terror follows you and sleep will not come,
When Heaven is silent,
Give thanks.

"O give thanks unto the Lord; for he is good; for his mercy endureth for ever."
1 Chronicles 16:34

Friday, November 21, 2014

Call of the Ocean

Powerful and terrifying
Yet I can't resist its call
I want to jump in
The waves beg me to
Become one
Something so scary
And also comforting

I envy the seas creatures
Even the seagulls
Their freedom
Their intimacy
Salt water in my veins
Am I a child of the sea?
Destined to never return home?

Monday, November 10, 2014

In college, I had to write a speech, using quotes from different poems, books, songs etc to make my own poem. Here's what I wrote. I titled it Hope. I don't remember where I got all the quotes and I didn't write down my sources. Oops! I did tweak it a bit because it didn't make sense.

My life was like a moonless night...

We see so many ugly things - 
Deceits, wrongs and quarrelings

When some great sorrow,
like a mighty river comes,
Flows through your life 
with peace destroying power.

Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul

And then you shot across my sky like a meteor.

When ceaseless toil has hushed your song of gladness
And clearest things are swept from sight forever

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
Hold fast to your dreams,
This too shall pass away.
A light from the shadows shall spring

When you were gone, everything went black.

Renewed shall be blade that was broken.
 And sings the tune without the words

There was brilliancy
There was beauty

O keep a place a part, within your heart
For little dreams to go.

Though we all know that we must die.

Yet, you and I may walk like gods and goddesses
And be even now at home in immortality.

*I do know some of this is Emily Dickinson, some is from the Twilight books, and I recognize some from hymns but I don't know the titles.