Be Content Within.

I was inspired by a blog post that I read today and immediately wrote this poem.
I hope you enjoy it.


Yes, I seem as if my wish came true
but underneath I'm just like you
I found I wasn't satisfied
With who I was down deep inside
And always wished for something whole
To fill this aching in my soul.
I wished to have a new perspective
All along, a new direction
Wished for courage, wished for poise
Wished for words without the noise.
I hoped and wished and hoped some more
for clarity and luck galore
For time and creativity
and to rid of my anxiety
But after all was said and done
I realized I had received not one
Yet, other things that took their place
like mercy, forgiveness, and grace.
And did I use these things? No, I
instead decided to deny
that they were part of me at all
and wished of course for me to draw
In every other type of want
that I could show and I could flaunt
And so one day I still remember
it was in early November
I took a journey to finally find
the kind of "me" I had in mind
and as I walked a lonely road
And carried all my heavy load
I knew this time I could not stay

For I had wished my life away.

With more than just my eyes.

I thought that I could see you
For who you really are
If I closed my eyes and tried to find
What you look like with my heart

So I stepped up right in front of you
And you gently took my hand
And placed it on your handsome face
So I could understand

Your skin was smooth and silky
So I tried to memorize
The beauty that I knew I'd see
With more than just my eyes

Your hair, I ran my fingers through
And although I couldn't see
I could feel the mere perfection
Of the man in front of me

And I wondered what your eyes were like
As your eyelids I would graze
Not knowing any color yet
But yearning for the gaze

And it seemed your mouth I couldn't wait
To press upon my fingertips
I could feel the warmth of your calm breath
And the softness of your lips

Oh what bittersweet familiarity
Of a man I've never seen
And the face I picture in my head
Is that of my sweetest dreams

Then you take my hand back in your grasp
And remove it from your face
And place it right upon your chest
So I can feel your heartbeat race

And as I start to raise my face
And open up my eyes
What I finally see in front of me
Is that of no surprise

The man standing before me now
Whose face I've memorized
And whose beauty I've felt with my heart
Resembles Jesus Christ




[This was a poem that I wrote over a year and a half ago that expresses how I see my husband with my heart and with my eyes, and how he tries to look like Christ with everything he does. ]

My All, To You

What is this peace I feel within
I've never felt before?
A peace that celebrates my soul,
I want for nothing more.

For in days past, I've searched to find
Fulfillment in this place,
But never once could see the way
To fill this empty space.

Selfishly, so selfishly
I reached for worldly things,
Too impressed with all of the movie stars
Or musicians plucking strings.

And one by one I grabbed at things
To heal my aching mind,
And placed them in my heart so deep
That only You could find.

I filled my heart with friendship
Sure to last my whole life through,
I filled it up with love, I thought
But there's no love when there's no You.

I filled it up with dreams so big
But even those can fade away,
I even filled it with possessions
And memories I hoped would stay.

And on a night I sat alone
It finally dawned on me,
I have all the things I think I want
But not the One I know I need.

So I filled my heart up with Your love
Just like I've done before,
The only difference was that this time
I left room for nothing more.

No things to make me shallow
Or things to make me cold,
No things to vainly idolize
Or give away when they get old.

And now that You are in my heart
With no other plans or pride,
You've expanded it, so I can fit
Other things I love inside.

How perfectly I finally see
Just what this life has in store,
Because I understand Your brilliant plan
And what my heart is really for.

Jehovah Rapha, The Lord Our Healer

She sits across the desk from me
Strives to hide her trembling hands,
Explains the doctor's staring gaze
And all her disappearing plans.
I gently place the light brown wig
But she just sits and looks away,
I feel my eyes swell up with tears
I can not find the words to say.

And here I sit, so blessed so healthy
Knowing her battle has just begun,
No aches or pains to overwhelm me
As I watch her walk out with her son.

Thank you Lord, how could I ask for more?

She sits across the desk from me
Makeup to hide the bitter bruise,
She says she can not help but love him
Says she shouldn't have to choose.
Silently I stare right through her
Watching love and fear collide,
I feel a lump I can not swallow
The words she needs, I can not find.

I arrive at home to my sweet haven
Where my husband kisses me goodnight,
Wonder what I ever did to deserve him
Say a prayer that her face will heal tonight.

Thank you Lord, how could I ask for more?

His voice sounds low and somewhat fading
I'm listening on the other line,
Says he has given up on living
He feels his break has passed him by.
Hope is slowly up and leaving
He wants this sadness to go away,
I feel his voice through my phone shaking
I pray to find the words to say.

I have hope of something brighter,
A purpose I found years ago
And pray that I will introduce them,
To the Healer that I've come to know.

Thank you Lord, I could not ask for more.

Artist Of Compassion

I stand here silent and amazed
At all that You must be,
To paint such a perfect picture
For our unworthy eyes to see.

And I plan to one day ask You
When I'm finally by Your side,
How You decided on the colors
And how You measured the sky.

Twirling leaves fall at my feet
I feel the warmth upon my face,
It blows my mind that something is waiting
That could be more gorgeous than this place.

I watch the sun begin to set
To only turn and find,
A million stars that fill the darkness
And a million praises fill my mind.

Is this where I find my patience
In the calming, clear display
Of the love that's constant in You
Of the price You had to pay?

Is this where I find my inner peace
I so often seem to break,
When the beauty You've created
Is negated by mistakes?

Your perfection overwhelms me
And Your mercy does the same
I feel my lips, too undeserving
To even let them speak Your name.

Nothing I could ever do now
Could return the love You give,
But I pray I prove my love to You
In the life that I will live.

A huge incentive on a canvas
That we simply call the earth,
By a Painter of compassion,
Yet still, we overlook its worth

But I will not take for granted
A single sunset, tree or star
Because each one reveals the majesty
Of the Artist that You are.