(p)12

Forward we march, winding through

these paths. Not knowing what's ahead.

Nature sings its song to me. Chatter

of the birds while sun shines and mountain air fills my head.

The path ends but we climb a little more,

breathtaking beauty right around the bend.

White clouds hover above the peaks. As far

as the eye can see, Your beauty doesn't end.

March through life on the beaten path

we climb; searching for the top. Trusting

that You know the end. Fight the fight;

for one day it'll be life everlasting.

Transformation Explanation.

Eyes meet 

the stare.

Taking in

the vision that's

there.

Inkling of

this transformation

barely yet

begun

serving as

a visible

passion

for the

One

who's brought

me here.

Questions

flow to and fro

while judgments

grow.

There's a vast

crowd out there

I aim to

reach;

life changing

message

I long to

teach.

I want

them to

know

I've been

where they

are.

I let my

scars

show.

I know their

pain,

I've seen

misery reign,

watched days

grow dark.

But I found

the Light

that changed

my life. Tattoo

His words

on my heart,

wear my

heart

on my sleeve

that others

may see and

believe.

Out there

this may seem

to be. But

I'm just

trying

to keep from

lying

down; resist

to conform.

I'll be

me

for Him

extra

ordinarily,

radically,

just as He

once was

when He

walked this

earth, even

from the moment

of His birth.

So me

for

Him

I'll be.

Extra loud

to drown

out the

worldly

crowd.

Paste

Time's all
gone
left with
peddlesome
memories she
can only
wish to
have erased.
Days all
collide
as her
misguided
efforts all go
to waste.
"Sorry"s pour
our from face
to face
as she runs
around
trying to
make
haste
towards
a long lost
satisfaction
she can no
longer
taste.
The farther
she runs
the more
broken
she becomes.
She picks up
her broken
pieces
as the memories
are faced,
she puts
herself back
together and
makes the
pieces
stick
with the 
strongest
paste.

(p)8

Foot crunches
snow as
white
as the love
your heart
used
to know.

Street light

pierces

the night,

directs the

wanderer

where to

go.

Smoothest skin

grabs

my hand,

blemishes

disappear like

footprints

in the sand.

Your love

always

waits to

catch me,

even

before

i fall.

"I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me."

John 14:6

The light waits, begs,
to be turned on.
The handle waits, wonders,
how long will you be gone.
the oceans depths remain
dark, forbidden, unseen.
No desperate measure, bold
action, will wipe my slate clean.
Eyes still meet, mind insists
to wonder, till brain reasons.
Please refrain to stare at me,
lest my heart wonder all of life's seasons.