To soar

A mighty bird
unfurls its wings
and falls into the wind.
Gradually the eagle slows his descent.
The great wings lift him toward the clouds.

I watch his majesty from the ground.
My eyes filled with wonder.
How I'd love to soar.
How I wish that the eagle I saw
was really me.

But I have no wings.
I have to way to glide.
No my arms do not work the same
as those fascinating appendages.

But oh,
How I'd love to soar.

Happy To Report

I am happy to report my return to the world of blogging. My first post back here tells you all to go to L.I.F. (the link can be found to the right) and check out my most recent post there. Have fun reading!

My Reason

Everyone has a different reason
a different way to go about
a different excuse to let them
get through the day.
Mine is simple
I'm not done yet.
I haven't even started
not even close.
I'm still working on
the next great thing.
The idea has not yet come
the plan still does not exist
and guess what?
I'm still farther along than you.

What is your reason?
Why do you live?
Do you seek love, fortune, or fame?
Or to make a difference?
To be remembered?
Will you be forgotten?
I hope I'm not.
But I don't want to be remembered here.
Here I will always be forgotten
and attempted to be outdone.
So not earthly remembrance
but rather in the heavens
where my Savior can find me
truly perfect
for once in my life.

Prom.
Fun?
not so much.
last minute dates
a few changes of mind.
and if i say
no it wasnt fun
then it becomes
why? What happened?
or
Too bad. I loved it.
and I
become ridicule.

Love's escape

I'm lost, dazed, and confused.
Has anyone been here before?
Am I the first? I wont be the last.
Where am I? Who am I?
Someone save me.

Sudden heat, then cold
terror steals life from my soul
death's white pallor encompasses me
all the while
love escapes me.

Vast Blue

Lost in the vast blue.

is it the sky or the sea?

Do I sail open waters?

or glide through open air?

My mind drifts

I'm floating away.

Away from what?

I can't see shore,

Only blue.

And I could

not be floating

I could be soaring.

But there is blue above,

and below.

And I'm just a speck. 

Joy in Jesus

The pleasure of earthly things always fades away,
 but the joy found in God always will stay.