You give me the tools
to do the work.
You don’t want me
doing nothing.
you point out the chains.
You gave me the feeling of
what it is to be without them.
But now I need to do the work.
You’ve given me the tools.
Tag: community
shared mourning
We gather together to mourn.
It matters not where you’re born.
The grief is shared
we show that we care
for the loss of one hurts us all.
balance
I must find a balance, but I am not the juggler.
I am but clay. I am molded by the Clay-Maker.
I’m molded by the One who made me.
He knows what He made me for, and He wants to
work with me, but still
respects that I have choice, and
respect that He knows what He made me for.
Do I respect what I was made for?
-Do I honor what I was made for?
–Do I honor who I was made for?
—Do I care what I was made for?
I want to.
I try to.
I care.
I want to work with my maker.
I want to be what He wishes me to be.
I want to be what He desires of me.
I want to give Him what He desires of me.
He has given me so much. How can I give Him less?
There are things I could give–that He does not care for–That He does not want.
There are things I could give that he would actively discard.
Things I give, not because I want to, but because I’m supposed to.
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He wants a choice. He wants to be chosen.
So he gives us options. What do we choose?
Do we listen to Him?
Do we obey– or do we choose something else?
new friends
Friend in Christ is found.
a new opportunity abounds.
a new sibling in the family,
another life saved,
I knew friendship for forever.
new friend
Friend comes to see me,
all I have to do is be me.
the masks, and the guards,
the cultural petards,
the spikes, and the diplomacy.
missed
He was supposed to come for a visit.
I’m somewhat disappointed he missed it.
There were no drink set, the house was a mess.
Now all I do is fidget.
Quietude
My quietude is gone. My quietude is
over I mourn those days
days of solitude but no solace days
of quiet days
of Peace.
Peace remains.
Joy begins.
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I cling to my quiet solitude I mourn its passing
I mourn the loneliness. I mourn the pain
I mourn the lies that are all dead. The days of my quietude are
done
that version of me is dead
it has been mourned it is lost. It is not worth retrieving
it like yesterday
it is gone
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my quietude is over. My wings are spread I
flap and fly and soar above the clouds
I draw eyes
I welcome others. I coordinate
communities
my quiet solitude is over
my quiet solitude is gone
companionship
is here
companionship has begun.
I seek Your face I walk in Your ways
I burn for You
the one You have in store for me
meanders by my side
we are not yet committed. If I focus on them, it drives them
away. I focus on You and I run
and I know You have better in store for me than I could imagine as I start to juggle
I marvel at Your gifts
my days of quietude are done
my quietude is dust
I have better things now.
Martin Write 