A summer time muse inspires all the same, shortly, sweetly, but still in frame.
The picture is set, unchanging for a time, she is simply a beauty that brings my words to life.
She needn’t know, she needn’t hear, but at just the right moment she did appear.
How to decide when a moment is right? My words come forth, I don’t have to fight.
Waking or sleeping I can see her brilliance, so I wake this morning with new found resilience.
I wake and feel alive, I wake with inspiration, I wake, and I can’t help but to write of my elation.
To meet this morning with her as the vibrancy that fills my mind, it all feels so clear, life feels so kind.
A kindness from life that reminds of the tenderness she exudes, so gentle, so sweet, though life can be so crude.
So I meet this morning differently than in the past, thankful to have met her, even if inspiration doesnt last.
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Psalm 40
My God, do not delay, In this hear my anguish, hear me cry out, hear me pray.
I pray for haste, for persistence, I pray for wisdom, and deliverance.
Deliver me from myself oh Lord, as my flesh pulls me toward the mire, do not let me sink my God, set my feet somewhere higher.
Do not let me be lost to the desires that would drown me in damnation, I can’t allow myself to be stagnant so I return as a prodigal for the celebration.
I beg and cry for you not to delay, yet it is all I’ve done when I hear what you say.
You set my path, you plant my feet, yet I seek the mud, and I’m left in defeat.
My anxieties consume me, my prayers feel distant and weak, I feel you calling me, but I feel lower than meak.
Lately I question as often as I draw breath, am I sure of who I am, do I even have anything left?
I’m not sure what you want because I can’t even imagine how I would be used, I’ve fallen away so often that everything is bruised.
Ive played the fool as life has worn me down, but I want to find joy, I’m so tired of feeling like I’ll drown.
I dont want to panic, I want to catch my breath, I want to be of service, I want to give everything i have left.
So take it all God, I give it freely, if i never eat again I’ll still thank you that Im breathing.
I want to wake each morning with a heart that knows you are great, when the world is crashing around me it is then that I understand my fate.
My fate has been simple all along, it is in His hands, and in that trust is where I belong.
More simple than I ever imagined, more peaceful than my past could believe, in total surrender I have my reprieve.
Who am I that you would think of me, your deeds good and without measure it is in your presence that I find this pleasure.
Pleased with this peace, you are my God, you did not delay, you heard me cry out, and in that same moment I was saved.
Finding Foundation
I tread water, yet I have no control, I am washed in these waves that battle for my soul.
My situation is tenuous, perhaps even dire, I gasp for air, but I am growing tired.
Been in these waters for far too long, got used to going under, thinking maybe it made me strong.
But I have been weak, I became what I am not, lost myself in the waters forgetting why I ever fought.
So it is not enough now to simply come up for air, I can tread no longer for the waves have weight I must not bear.
I take a deep breath, I steel my nerves, I set my sights towards land and choose whom I will serve.
I reach solid ground, yet the waters still lap at my skin, I know it’s not enough, so I move further in.
In and away, away from the waves, and now looking back, they seem so much more like a grave.
I lived in death pretending it could sustain; now I grasp at life as I shed my pain.
Tears flow down as reality hits, I see solid rock, and this is where I sit.
I can still see the waves, so I look to the sky; it begins to rain, and once again, I am no longer dry.
Yet this rain is different than the waves that would be my tomb, I feel peace and warmth, I am completely consumed.
This time though, instead of grasping for survival; I sit on this rock ready for revival.
I am revived fully, washed in this rain, the waves no longer in sight, the fog clears my brain.
On a solid foundation, I see clearly; I have all that I need, and it is on this rock I am finally freed.
Freedom, a final thought for this piece, I am free, and yet I still release.
I release my desperate desire for control, I give it up freely, I give God my soul.
Yes, all along God was the rock, the waves my flesh, and so I take stock.
I take inventory now of the things I have learned, I let go of idols and allow a clean heart to yearn.
I yearn now for the One it always should have been, the Lord my God has freed me from my sin.
Loss is Gain
A geyser of gratitude overflows from my soul, it is well because I’ve given God control.
A change in my life that is out of my hands, and yet I am at peace, and I still stand.
I praise God for these moments, I praise Him for this growth, He’s not done with me, and so I make another oath.
I swear to my Lord that I will use these emotions. They well up inside and crash like the ocean.
These waves crash on a door that has now been broken down, let the sea empty out, and all anxiety drown.
I find peace in an ending, maybe because it’s one I expected, even if it’s not one I necessarily elected.
I put in effort, and I feel thankful for what I received, I learned about another soul, and I could ask for no more relief.
There was beauty in the brevity of these beautiful days, and so I let God guide the beauty into words that will stay.
People come and go, but their impact remains, I rest in this peace knowing what I’ve gained.
We are all boulders sitting in the bed of an ever flowing river barley moving as we watch the waters of life pass us by. The people and moments in our life move with the water, slowly ever so slightly eroding pieces of us. These pieces of us, we often don’t notice until they’re already gone. We often try to get our pieces back but we never really can. We can accept, however that in rare beautiful instances a person or a moment rather than take away will become one with us. So we are all a boulder sitting in a river slowly withering away, but we are also conglomerate masses of the people and things that made us who we are. It will often feel like your rock is an island in the river of life where nobody passes you by. We know in contrast that no man is an island, we become a piece of others and some become a piece of us. So, when you feel like you’re falling apart,know that you may be growing just as much, and know that you’re never truly alone. We are shaped by life, and sometimes that feels difficult and terrible to take. Each moment is worth it even through the pain, this life is an opportunity to be shaped into who we are meant to be; but moreover it is an opportunity to help shape others for the better. When the river is rough, your edges feel blunt, and you feel like you’ve been left alone beneath the waves; remember that God made this river and he also made you. The river can be rough, that’s the weight of this life, but it flows into eternity, and there we can all thrive. Here in the river before you make it to the end remember the affect you have on others, help them to seek a better end. Because we all flow into eternity, but the river splits into two paths, only one is good, but both are everlasting.
Inspiration Strikes
This world is no longer meant for people who write, there’s no time to put pen to page when inspiration strikes.
Inspiration doesn’t take priority, it isn’t even on the list, we are busier then we’ve ever been, and there’s so much that we’ve missed.
So many words gone that could have brought beauty to all those who would read, but we had to go to work had to kill that seed.
So many seeds that will never grow because inspiration strikes like lightning, yet we run from it, we stay busy, and to me that’s frightening.
Why don’t we pay more heed to the beating of our heart, the expression of our soul, or a new days start.
Because each day is new and there are new words to share, yet instead we stay busy and forget to ever care.
We forget to care about beauty, love, and life, we go through the motions and push through our strife.
But today I stop, I give time to my words, they are precious and meaningful; they are meant to be heard.
So I take time today, I carve it out with a knife, my words will bleed out onto this page to prove that I’m alive.
Within the Waters
It’s all gone I’ve seen the last drop, the inspiration that flowed like a river has dried up and so it must come to a stop.
I write no more, at least not with you in mind yet still you helped forge me, I’ve been refined.
I am new, my heart is free, and so I write in regards to me.
I’ve taken a step forward into my own life, away from the need for someone else I can be my own light.
Yet still my strength comes from more than just me, I let God sustain me, so I move with the sea.
The river dried up but the sea is boundless I am within it so my opportunities are countless.
So I count it all up, everything I’ve gained, new life, new inspiration, new me, but with all the best old pieces still retained.
So I move with the sea I make it my own, I follow this path, and become comfortable with the idea of taking it on alone.
I didn’t need the river but I’m thankful for the path it made; I followed it to the ocean and it helped me out my grave.
So thanks to the river but I bid it Farewell, with the crashing of the waves, how will I be diffrent, only time can tell.
The World by Her Light
I just love to watch as she meets with the world, head on, head strong, filling each life with song.
She is a force of joy, a beautiful soul, she needn’t be told, she knows her roll.
She looks for the pieces she knows she must find, not afraid to move forward, she won’t look behind.
She is more fearless then I’m sure she knows, she takes on life and in doing so she glows.
She glows like a beaming light, she fills every room she enters, and it’s really quite the sight.
By her light people are healed and feel loved, I saw God use her, a sign from above.
And yet though she serves God’s purpose I was just a step along her path, just a stop, just the surface.
Because her life will go so much further than here, I see this future for her, and so I hold that image dear.
I am thankful to have been a stop along her path, for she is a moving beacon of light, and I will not be the last.
I know she will help others and bring more joy into this place, she may leave her mark on you, she may leave a trace.
Be thankful for even that… for that trace that she leaves, you can carry that piece with you, and it can help you to believe.
Restoration in the Quiet
I know that words do not have the power that I wish they did, there is so much more, and in that life’s mysteries are hid.
I wish with just my words I could change what people see and feel, but that is not true life…that is not what’s real.
Because words often aren’t enough, I’ll act, I’ll pray, I’ll try to give out love.
For love is not only expressed in words, it’s the actions, the attitudes, the heart that is stirred.
Now my heart has been stirred, and words were once again not sufficient, but in myself I still find a passion that is relentless.
I have purpose and my words still hold power, they come from a greater source, and so they are worth a painful hour.
For when words are not enough my Lord still makes me whole, words were not enough, yet still He restores my soul.
An Ending Well Met
Restoration and growth, I found in myself the ability to let go.
I said what I needed to and in that I found my peace, I escaped great loss and know now what it’s like to be free.
I’ve seen you for who you are and am able to let this pass I wish nothing but the best for you, and I know that feeling will last.
My soul restored, my ability to write still around, I accept in this moment a peaceful and comforting sound.
The sound of my inner voice resounds in my mind, I am enough, so to myself I will be kind.
I have found this peace through you and through God, one with myself accepting these feelings though they may be odd.
I am me and you are you, through simple clear communication I have come to know truth.
The fruit of my efforts did not grow what I had sought, but I still feel closure and that is saying allot.
An end to a beginning that was fruitful and great I accept this today, I accept our seperate fates.
If only I had met you at a diffrent time, yet maybe this was how we were meant to meet and that can be sublime.
Sublime, the perfect word to express the end… though of course In such a word I would always welcome something to start again.
Tales of Dylan 