days could never end

your smile it makes
me fall in love
with every inch of you
your embrace warms
me up quickly
so i’m enamored by you

and it feels like heaven somehow
like our days could never end
minds travelling the speed of light
you must be heaven sent

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  • 1 day ago
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Undeserved love

When I’m spiraling out of control, which is pretty much every ninety days, I feel God’s on directly on my shoulder, guiding me along the way. I don’t know how else to describe than to come right out and say that he tells go here or there, say this or that, stay put, go on, speak, don’t speak. And when I’m tuned into him, I notice that as I function in his will, control is no longer an issue I must deal with, but his problem. Recently, I’ve been having a very difficult time with the people that I worship with. And I’m not saying everyone. I’m saying a select few [self-appointed] righteous people have taken it upon themselves remind me that I am nothing. And not the kind of nothing we feel when we recognize who God is and the relationship we have to him directly or indirectly, but the kind of nothing that I imagine a suicidal person feels just before he decides to take his own life. Now, when people outside of the box of Christianity act outside of love, I generally give them a pass. Not because what they’re doing is right, but because I can’t judge a man based on knowledge he lacks. This may be the wrong way of thinking but this is how I deal with it. You might find me explaining love and grace to someone like that, but I have no tolerance for professing Christians who do not act in love. Paul says in 1 Corinthians 13:2

And if I have prophetic powers ([b]the gift of interpreting the divine will and purpose), and understand all the secret truths and mysteries and possess all knowledge, and if I have [sufficient] faith so that I can remove mountains, but have not love (God’s love in me) I am nothing (a useless nobody)

Essentially no matter how many works I perform in ministry, if I lack in love, I’m useless to the kingdom of God. This is a verse meditate on more often than not. Generally when I’m feeling judgmental, I fall back on this verse, because it reminds me of the love of God, and how we expects me as a follower of Christ to represent him, and his love to those I come in contact with. I am not a saint, by any stretch of the imagination, and sometimes I do judge people consciously and subconsciously. But I always remind myself of my own journey as well as the fact each individual has their own journey to walk. Needless to say God is so faithful and gracious and loving, that even when we don’t deserve a single thing from him, he gives it to us, if we are willing to accept it. His love is the kind of love that makes you think of how undeserving you are as a recipient of it, but it is this same love that draws you into, because God the father loves you, little old you, despite your scars and blemishes. And I think that’s the kind of nothing I like to feel. So I pray for those who need a new outpouring of God’s love into their lives and their ministry. And I pray for myself as I struggle with loving everyone I come in contact with. I pray that we all remember how undeserving we are of the love of God, and Jesus’ sacrifice. And I hope that it not only draws us closer to our heavenly father, but inspires us to usher others towards him. 

Written in love.

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  • 6 days ago
  • 2

remind myself

i write haiku for you
when i’m sad
or lonely
or a little too happy for my own good
and when i’m in a mood
i read them to remind myself
of how much
i love you

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  • 1 week ago
  • 1

keep my place

second chances make
my lips tremble
as the words rush 
through them yearning
for your ear, 
your hand on the small
of my back, your eyes
piercing my face
i wonder what comes next
if i get to keep my place

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  • 1 week ago
  • 2

sneak a peek

sometimes i sneak
a peek at your photos 
and grin silently
at your silliness
and wonder when we’ll
make new memories
meant just for 
you and me

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  • 1 week ago
  • 2

save me from the lies

i could hold my breath
and love another but
my death would
save me from the lies
i’d have to tell him
daily, knowing that you
are all i’ll ever need
for a thousand lifetimes

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  • 1 week ago
  • 2

wrapped up in forever

can i stop gushing for a sec
while i get a better look 
at your face, and the extra baggage
you brought with you when
you decided to come back to me
wish i could but i’m so 
wrapped up in forever and
how we’re meant to be that
all i see is every possibility
unconditional love shared
by you and me
and i’m glad i waited

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  • 1 week ago
  • 3

anyone ever loved

i read some place
that you can’t chase to bunnies
because you’ll lose one
and i watched my heart
bend towards someone else
then back to you

and i wondered if anyone ever loved
two people the way that i thought that
i loved you

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  • 1 week ago

back to you

when you said it
my heart melted
and i know people say that all the time
but i felt my icy heart turn 
into a mush
when you said you were
glad that i came back to you
and i didn’t know how to respond

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  • 1 week ago

the safety of your will

the storm rises but
i see your face
as you pull me closer
to the safety of
your will and i’m frightened
but a moment
when you call to me
saying trust in you
for everything that i need

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  • 1 week ago
  • 1

you can help with that

i want to share everything
not just stolen kisses
or sweet nothings whispered in
each other’s ears that
we both forget when time and
distance severs our connection
but the baggage that’s weighing you down
can i help with that?
or my failure to budget at all
you can help with that
maybe rub your back when you’re a little sore
you can make me dinner
and i can pretend it’s the best since
sliced cheese
you know like fight over which side of the bed’s mine
but end up somewhere in the middle facing each
other til our limbs fall asleep
i’m thinking i could be better for you
and you could be better for me
but first i’d like to make an apology

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  • 1 week ago
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you’ll retrieve them

late nights
have me dreaming about
days when we’ll breathe
the same air
and you’ll say the sweetest things
and i’ll just smile
since i’ll lose my words
knowing that
somehow you’ll retrieve them
finishing my thoughts
out loud
until my lips stop trembling long
enough to say
how long i’ve waited to say
you’re mine

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  • 1 week ago
  • 4

no response

trust issues
peeking through the peephole
walking in the shadows
hiding in plain sight
listening, no response
pausing until further notice
no, that’s not mine

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  • 1 week ago
  • 2

the roadblocks we make

but’s are the roadblocks we
make for ourselves
they pause us when we really
ought to jump in, head first
seizing moments before they
escape, yet here we are
saying we’re happy but…
let’s just keep going

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  • 1 week ago
  • 4

at least…

it’s about you
every word, every sentence
even thoughts waiting to be birthed
about you
at least…
had a dream the other other day
and it came true
clouds start making rain
but you’re my sun, no lies, just you

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  • 1 week ago
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