Empty Spaces

I began a complex puzzle the day that I was born,
The macro image unraveling as the years went on.
Personal triumphs and successes revealing segments of the whole,
While challenges and obstacles waged a war on my soul.
Fragments emerged over time that ultimately did not fit,
Yet my heart clung to the possibility, the menacing “what if”.
Empty spaces cannot be filled with things that are innately hollow,
We must take a breath, soldier on, and bear the pain of letting go.
Like a nomad in the desert searching for an oasis,
I too sought refuge in unfamiliar places.
Pieces of my identity scattered across time and space,
A journey towards self-discovery that can never be replaced.
Life is an unpredictable sequence of highs and lows,
Our reaction to these phases determines how it goes.
Carry on I must, until my puzzle becomes clear,
Completed by those final pieces, I continue to hold dear.

Heaven

I ascend above the highest clouds into heaven;

Where faith is a soaring eagle and ignorance is its descension;

Where life is everlasting and comforts are endless;

Where the state of our souls reflects our physical presence;

Where the content of character is the only essential credential;

Where love is perfectly paired like two turtle doves;

Unbound to the restrictions of finite mortal love;

No time or space, no kings or slaves,

Only eternal peace for all those He forgave.

But then I awake, blood still surging through my veins;

Sleeps beautiful ecstasy no longer in range;

The struggle continues, though my soul remains restless;

To return to this paradise on God’s personal guest list.

Unveiled

Darkness dissipates at day break,
Unveiling the reality of the eve.
Rays radiant from beating hearts,
Awakened by a most difficult parting.
Unrequited feelings exist as mortal enemies of ease,
But with expressed truth there lies an all encompassing peace.
With time do all wounds heal, so is the way of things,
Hopes of a cherished friendship to remain, and the overwhelming joy it brings.

Metamorphosis

I struggle to be present.
To give all of me in every moment, completely exposed,
Bottled up emotions ready to implode,
Censored speech and actions, concerned with repercussions,
Lost in my life, a drop in an ocean.

Not sure who I am, and what is it that I love,
Often forgetting my soul, and my Lord up above,
Yearning to break free from the shackles of fear,
Always myself, not just with those I hold dear.

Like a child in a womb, embraced by its mother,
I long to find the me inside myself,
To live each moment as though it was my last,
To pray for my future, and learn from my past.

So I struggle.
Fighting the resistance controlling my head,
Searching for me amongst the chaos instead,
Finding solace in God, the One who knows me best,
To be present. That is my test.