[written 12.13.08]
Fumbled out of bed this morning;
It was too early.
Looked out the window,
All I saw was gloomy-
Another foggy morn'.
Didn't think to say "good morning";
Maybe I was just too tired.
Nevertheless Your mercy is pouring
Down on Your child
as you welcome me to a new day.
Not sure why You desire me
but the evidence is everywhere.
Through fog, sun hits the trees.
What I once hated dances on the water.
You've illuminated the beauty of a foggy morn'.
You paint a photograph-
You know what captures my eye;
And you put me in it-
You know my heart's desire.
Life, though often foggy, is always beautiful.
Tuesday, 26 February 2008
Monday, 25 February 2008
A Finished Letter to the Forgotten.
Unsent letters,
Unfinished poems,
Unread books.
It's all foolish;
I can't get you out of my head.
To the unloved one-
you are loved.
To the forgotten one-
you're not forgotten;
I can't get you out of my head.
To the ones that are lost
and dying inside,
awake at night, crying for life-
you're not alone;
I can't get you out of my head.
So I lie awake at night,
and thank God I know I'm loved,
and I can't help but cry
when my soul stirs for those I think of-
those beautiful lost and forgotten.
Unfinished poems,
Unread books.
It's all foolish;
I can't get you out of my head.
To the unloved one-
you are loved.
To the forgotten one-
you're not forgotten;
I can't get you out of my head.
To the ones that are lost
and dying inside,
awake at night, crying for life-
you're not alone;
I can't get you out of my head.
So I lie awake at night,
and thank God I know I'm loved,
and I can't help but cry
when my soul stirs for those I think of-
those beautiful lost and forgotten.
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