Thursday, September 26, 2013

Words from Midnight



I forget what it's like for a soul to ignite
Through the dust of everyday life
There's a hole in my sail
And I've finally failed
To find my own way through the night

I've been running inside 
With a fog on my eyes
But I'm standing completely still
I've been wandering behind
And my hands are all tied
This rut has become such a drill

If my heart is a bowl
Then it's empty, not full
And I'm wanting what I can't describe
And all of these battles are just quiet rattles
Creaking so sneaky inside
You never hear them
Or see them, or feel them
You trust me when I say that I'm fine

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Pull Me Closer Still



We are running, careless, creating invalid reasons of how we are unable to slow down. We make the traffic in our souls, we invent the aches in our own minds. We over-complicate the simplicity of it all and yet You still care for us, You pull us closer, still.
    You open Your hands to us, offering a peace that is unshakable, but we are all too stubborn to accept it. Sometimes we tap into that power, we drink from that well, but then we hear our hurts knocking, pounding, endlessly on our door and we close our ears to that voice that tells us to rejoice.
    I'm guilty of this, this rush that is slowing me down, but I believe in You and Your power to quiet my restless, wandering, distracted heart and pull me closer to Yourself.