Friday, March 23, 2007

Hold Fast Your Dreams

Author: Louise Driscoll

Hold Fast your dreams!
Within your heart
Keep one, still secret spot
Where dreams may go,
And sheltered grow--
Where doubt and fear are not.
O, keep a place apart,
Within your heart,
For little dreams to go!
Think still of lovely things that are not true.
Let wish and magic work at will in you.
Be sometimes blind to sorrow. Make believe!
Forget the calm that lies
In disillusioned eyes.
Though we all know that we must die,
Yet you and I
May walk like gods and be
Even now at home in immortality.
We see so many ugly things--
Deceits and wrongs and quarrellings;
We know, alas! We know
How quickly fade
The color in the west,
The bloom upon the flower,
The bloom upon the breast
And youth's blind hour.
Yet keep within your heart
A place apart
Where little dreams may go,
May thrive and grow.
Hold fast--hold fast your dreams

How many masters do I serve?

Have you ever gone to an ice cream parlor and wondered which flavor you’re going to have. I have. So many options, way too many choices: “I want the chocolate….no wait the blue bubble gum. Actually I want the maple strawberry marble explosion with sparkles on top…uummm NO!” You see I can never make up my mind, too many options, and way too many choices? Unfortunately it’s like this with my God. Sometimes I wonder who my God is. Or which God I want. Everyday it’s different, like the ice cream….Today I can tell you without a doubt, but other days I can’t. Sometimes I want the vanilla because I’m comfortable with it. Or I want something exciting like the explosion one. But to no avail I can’t choose…Deep in my heart I want plain vanilla but my heart at times craves maple walnut or something different. Why? Why is it so hard to choose? It says, “No one can serve two masters. For you will hate one and love the other; you will be devoted to one and despise the other…” (Matthew 6:24). “I am the Lord your God….You must not have any other god but me” (Exodus 20:2-3). I’m weird…talking about serving God and ice cream….How do these relate? They don’t. I’m lactose intolerant. I just thought I’d grab your attention with creamy gooey ice cream. The real issue is having too many masters or “gods.” It’s so easy to be caught up. Anything can be your master and I mean anything: Shopping, reading books, talking about guys, (girls fuse up, we all do it, so don’t deny it!). How do you know if you have a God? That’s easy, how much time do you spend on one thing? That’s the deciding factor. If you’re spending too much time on something besides Jesus, that’s your God, plain and simple. Jesus said, “Look! I stand at the door and knock. If you hear my voice and open the door, I will come in, and we will share a meal together as friends” (Revelation 3:20). Jesus wants a lifetime of complete devotion not just a fleeting moment. So how do we do that? How do we give all our selves to him? Well that’s something I still haven’t figured out.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Worry? does it do any good?
my heart aches
my arms long to take away this pain that you carry?
Don't be shy
dont hold back
walk with me
lets share the day togehter
holding each other at arms lenght

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

How many times?

How many times can a lie be said?
How many times can a dream die?
How many times must I live like this?
How many times can I kill you?
How many times do I think of you?
How many times can my eyes drip sores?
How many times can I walk away from the truth?
How many times will I let you slip away from me?
How many times can I deceive myself?
How many times must I learn to die to self?
How many times do I try and fight?
How many times do you sit there and cry?
HOw many times can I turn my back on you?
How many times do you reach out for me?
How many times can I slit my throat?
How many times do I not give a damn?
How many times can you put up with me?
How many times can this go on?

Saturday, November 12, 2005

A candlelight Dinner

Ackward, unsure, unsteady...
"How do I proceed?"
"What do I say?"
"Would He care?"
"Would He want to listen?"
Stumbling forward...
"Do I dare and look Him in the eye?"
"Can He see me?"
"Does He want me?"
"What could He see in me?"
"How did I become so hesitant"
Looking at the clock...
"Is there time to turn around and go back...Is there still time... There has to be time?
"How can I go forward"
"I'm not who He thinks I am?"
"Why did He want to meet?"
"I can't go on like this"
"I should tell Him that its no use"
"He cant use me"
"I'm just no good"
Walking towards Him...
Head held in shame and disgrace...
Tentive baby steps...
Looking into His eyes...
LOVE...
BEAUTY...
SECURE...
MINE!
Smiling as He pulls my chair out.
"You want me to sit"
"You want me to stay"
"Why"

Our conversation:
Shallow...not meaningful...till he takes my hand and triggers the flow of words.
The dam is broken...every hope, dream, wish, want desire, flow forth
Into his awaiting heart: to protect, to fulfill, to insure that the outcome is prefect and in His time.

The Waltz:
The music slowly stirs our hearts to dance.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

"I wanna yearn"

So fulfilling
I need more...
I yearn for you...
I yearn for your greatness...
I yearn for your strength...
I yearn for wholeness...
I yearn for you and only you
I can't do it anymore
I want this heart of mine to fall for you
and to never get back up again.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Longing

Longing to be seen...

Longing to be heard...

Longing to be held...

Longing to be secure...

Longing to be free...

Longing to be home...

Longing to be beautiful...

Longing to be kissed...

Longing to be swapped away...

Longing to be honest...

Longing to be sweet...

Longing to be touched...

Longing to be yours...

Can I be yours?

Thursday, September 15, 2005

For the Day

You left to soon
I didn't given get to say good-bye
To you...
To you my heart I gave
but you've been gone for far to long
now I'm left with this broken heart
When I had the time
when you were mine
I should've said "I love you"
before you pulled the trigger, now,
I'm left to hurt
How can I face this world alone: without you
I can hear you in my heart
I walk through these crowded streets and I wait...
for the day to see you smile
For the day when you'll be back in my arms
For the day...
for the day...
For the day...
For the day when the tears of hope will cease.