Five Minute Friday [21] - Lost Or Found?

I wonder what will be waiting for me there
When I crash, when I hit the ground
Because I know I always do in the end
I find myself falling far down
There's a reason they say the cycle is named vicious
There's a reason it makes my heart sick
There's a reason why what hurts can also be precious
Pain can be narcotic if you let it
But disguises aside and all of the pretty poetry disregarded
It can rip through thick skin without you knowing
And when you think goodbye has been said and you've parted
Those tears deceitfully continue growing

So the questions remain
They buzz in my brain

Will gold spill out from the seams?
Will light have a chance to get in?
Or will it just be another gaping wound,
Something lost and not able to be found?

-t.h.

written: 05/06/20

Five Minute Friday [20] - Questions, Questions

Where can you start,

If you don’t start with the very first thing?

Where is your heart,

If you don’t find it beating, find it loving?

Why are emotions so heavy,

If they are also what in the end uplifts us?

Why are there so many needy,

When some others have more than enough?

How can one pick up all the pieces,

When shards of their broken life have blown away?

How do you cure the diseases,

That are also known as sorrow and anger and pain?

Why do we make the same mistakes twice,

But struggle to do the right thing once?

Why do we try so hard to do what is right,

But then miss it when there’s a chance?

What does my head and mind spin for,

When the answer is simple, is clear and loud?

Could it be that every hurt and scar,

Has a purpose and has a way to turn around?

What if truth is inevitable, what if the light is much stronger?

What if your tears had all been caught, had all been counted?

What if things you doubted you’d need not doubt any longer? 

What if you ran into open arms, into a love never daunted?

There’s a girl whose hurting has turned her cold, numb inside,

But there will be warmth for her soul.

There’s a boy who cries when no one can see it, late at night,

But he can be made once more whole.

What if it was just around the bend, around the corner?

What if it is calling out for you to just come a little closer?

How will you respond to a calling higher, One stronger?

Will you step into a joy deeper than deepest of waters?

I hope that you do,

I hope you live free.

I hope that for you,

And I hope it sincerely.

-t.h.

written: 22/05/20

Five Minute Friday [19] - There For You

The answer, the words, they're there

I would snatch them out of the sky if only I could reach
What will it take to fight, to care?
As the darkness advances I am searching for a breach

Your heart is heavy in my hand, your eyes are foggy
So I will tell you about all the good and the right things
Because joy will triumph and hope is the enemy of lonely
And we will not cower from what tomorrow brings

The other side of this mountain is green, it's forgiving
I would take you there if I was strong enough to carry you
But until you're able to walk, 'til you're done healing
I will lay down at your side and point out the stars to you

I know I cannot hold on for you, but I can hold onto you
These shallow breaths you're taking are each a step, a move forward
Every second endured and every second won is a breakthrough
So until the way appears clear, until the lines are no longer blurred

I will be there for you

-t.h.

written: 15/05/20

Five Minute Friday [18] - A Child Again

To be like a child is to find joy in simple things. It's to believe without doubting. It's to trust without faltering. It's to feel free, to run full of energy, to jump the highest you can, to learn all that you can. It's being curious, laughing easily, sleeping deeply. It's being full of wonder, chasing butterflies, making mud pies without fear of getting dirty.

When I am in the presence of the King of kings is when I feel this way again. When I am reminded that I don't have to worry, I don't have to be anxious, I don't have to stress. I am His child, His daughter. He takes care of me, I don't have to rely on myself or anyone else to do that. I can leap and know He will catch me in His arms. I can pray sincerely and know He'll hear me. I can follow after Him, reaching for His hand, asking Him where we're going next.

To be His child is joy. 

It is feeling safe.

It is knowing true love.

I am grateful to be His child.

Five Minute Friday [17] - I Lift My Eyes To The Mountains

On a misty morning the other day, I woke up to this view outside my window. Waterfall clouds blanketing dark, brooding mountains and the milky, pastel sky acting as a backdrop. No two dawns are the same, and with each one I'm left in an even more stunned awe of the One behind it all.

I lift up my eyes to the mountains- where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. / Psalm 121:1-2 (NIV)

I am wowed by His goodness, by His majesty, by what He is capable of.

Just, wow.