The Source of my Rest

I wake early in the morning
Finding nothing but the stillness of the moment
And the lingering presence of God
My heart slows to a faint beat and I rest
On my bed
In the darkness and wait
The day has yet to begin and I lay wondering
What it will hold for me
But as I lay there
I find I become relaxed at the thought
That no matter how the day will turn out
There will always be a place like this for me
A place of rest and stillness
Be it in the darkness in my bedroom
Or in the bustle of my work day
Whenever the day finds me weary and worn
I can stop for maybe only seconds
And find I am in the presence of God
The source of my rest

Missing Carol

(I wrote this poem, a few years ago, for Carol. This might explain why workplace friendships are few and far between for me. I make buddies, and hold them at arm's length. Because somewhere deep inside... I know I'll have to say good-bye.)

Carol (Maverick)... I still miss you. I love you, sister. Ruby (Goose)

You’ve been gone for so long
My cherished friend
We had a bond, I thought
That could never end
We worked together
Laughed together
And embraced as good friends do
But now you’re gone
And I’m left wondering
What became of you
I should let you go
They tell me
And in my head I know it’s true
But it hurts so much to say good-bye
My friend, I still miss you
From the start you loved and valued me
Sisters we became
And now when I think of you
I smile
When it doesn’t cause me pain

Torn

(I wrote this poem almost 10 years ago... the cycle continues... new faces. Same old lesson yet unlearned.)


I’m torn between my love for you
And what I feel for him
My soul is troubled
And my heart is wrenched within
No sin has been committed
Because commitment isn’t there
But the fire that burns within
Could strip a spirit bare

If you were more than just a brother
If he were less than just a friend
There would be no struggle
And this tug-o-war would end
I laugh with you but I’m drawn to him
And to the Spirit that dwells in you both
You’re the one that’s changed my life
But he’s the one who’s gotten close

Sometimes I think it’s not a choice
A road I choose to take
But God melts two hearts as one
A decision He has made

Still I am torn between my love for you
And what I feel for him
And I pray with all my strength
That this that this won’t turn into sin

Heaven’s Rehearsal

The day will come when in Glory I’ll stand
Worshipping there in the Promised Land

The freedom I’ve longed for to worship unbound
Will be mine, no shame will hold me down

But I’m not at the throne of my Lord just yet
Still on Earth for a while but…

I can practice today for what soon will be
The worship event of all eternity

Every day I awake till Jesus I meet
Will be a day I can worship the King of all Kings

With all I can give him, today I will bow
I’ll look forward to Heaven, but I’ll worship now

Knowing God

In the stillness
In the softness of the morning
No other voice is heard
None but Yours, O God
Will You whisper into my spirit
As I lay here in the silence
Will you pass the barricade of my resistance
Ever so gently
Let me take Your hand and lead You through
Through the walls I once erected
In the stillness
In the softness of the morning
Knowing God

Psalm 37:7
Psalm 46:10
Zech 2:13