Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Thursday, April 27, 2017

one day [thoughts on the now & then]



one day a light will click,
and all this waiting will make sense.
all your prayers and cries that you spoke
will finally have resolution.
you'll come to see that the pleas tangled in worries
were actually wrapped tightly in Gods grace.

one day you will wake up
and the fog will be lifted.
you'll look back and see that the valley was much bigger
and the hills much taller.

one day you'll remember the time when you thought everything was over.
even though you were certain,
you were actually, well...okay.
and although it was awful and confusing and the waitttinngggg,
this place you are
just happens to be right where you are suppose to be.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

empty drafts



this draft is empty,
and because can't think of words.

but then i think
how authentic
an empty page is


Friday, April 14, 2017

take heart, dear ones

See, darkness covers the earth
and thick darkness is over the peoples,
but the Lord rises upon you
    and his glory appears over you. 

take heart dear ones,
for the Son of God has come.

worry not dear ones,
for he was betrayed in your place.

feel much dear ones,
for the lamb drank the sin of the world.

read much dear ones,
about the moment darkness was defeated.


so take heart dear ones,
because Friday is not the end:
Sunday is coming.




Thursday, March 9, 2017

rain

the rain drips down
drowning out sound
filling the holes
hiding the moles
making me feel old.
old and cold and soggy and groggy.

drip
drip
plop.

plop
drip
drop.

drop
plop
drip.

round
and down
and all with out sound
my mind pounds
and thounds
waiting to drown
the confusion that keeps going round and round

Monday, December 5, 2016

finding warmth in the darkness


I've built walls.
I've hidden skeletons and covered scars.
my walls are tall and strong;
they're ready to be torn down.

He wispers to me,
elissa, let me tear down your walls

but I am naked.
I am ashamed.

He says,
I have loved you at your darkest

I struggle to hear these words.
for I don't understand this amazing grace.

He calls me perfect,
beautiful child

yet I grip to guilt
and lies

He validates my pain,
and holds me tight.

my heart beats.
walls begin to melt.
a gift was given
 and darkness has no home.

I sit with this wonderful counselor.
the giver of all peace.

and I am held.
I am clothed in grace.
I am safe.
I am warm.
for today, I am held.

so I challenge you;
approach the king,
scared and broken.
for he knows your name,
and is ready to release you from all guilt and shame.
you are loved,
you perfect,
beautiful child.

please sit.
rest.
be covered.

for you are precious and held,
and today,
you will find warmth in your God.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

still good


when the sun starts to rise and I open my eyes
You are good, 
so good

in the heat of the day with each stone that I lay
You are good

with every breath I take in-
I'll tell You I am grateful again

for when the moon climbs high before each kiss goodnight
You are good

when the road starts to turn around each bend I've learned
You are good, 
so good

and when somebody's hand holds me up, helps me stand
You are so good

with every breath I take in
I'll tell You I'm grateful again
'cause it's more than enough just to know I am loved
for I know You are good

so, how can I thank You?
what can I bring?
what can these poor hands lay at the feet of my King?

I'll sing You a love song, 
it's all that I have.
I'll tell you I'm grateful 
for you are holding my life in Your hands

but when it's dark and it's cold,
 and I can't feel my soul
You are so good,
still good.

when the world is gone gray and the rain is here to stay
You are still good

And the storm may swell 
yet even then
It is well and 
You are, 
so good

{paraphrase from the song You Are Good, by Nichole Nordman}

Monday, July 11, 2016

miles


Change is blowing all around me.
Twisting and turning,


taking people and things I never thought it would. 

Some days the miles feel short.
Numbers on a screen, spliced by moving lips.

Not today.
Today the miles are long. 
They taunt me with their size, their altitude, their area. 
You feel very far.

And although I know where you are,
and what your doing,
the texts don't cut the distance today.
My heart is not numb.

The inches feel very long today.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

rest


I feel like a just ran a marathon but only remember bits and pieces.  It's a blur of ups and downs, with life throwing me round and round.
I feel like it was nothing profound.
Just research and dancing and hoping and praying and very little clowning around.

I've eaten more ice cream then I want to admit;
I've thrown fits
And I'm sure I've shrank an inch.

Now I'm more tired then I know
I'm waiting for my faith to grow.
I trying to focus on the pros
And remind my self that it's okay to stop and smell the rose.

So now I sit staring at the screen
Wondering what it all even means,
While shoving down greens.

I'm listening for His voice
And realizing I have a choice.
A choice to listen to His words

Saying, "Have faith Elissa, and rest in me. I know exactly what your going to be. You worry and stress and panic and cry; while you know I'm here, walking by your side.
You need to rest in my unending grace.
And know that I see your sweet tired face."


Sunday, November 22, 2015

Why I'm Glad I'm Not a Turkey



I'm glad I'm not a turkey.
  I'm glad I don't have to worry about being turned into jerky.
   Or being referred to as quirky.
 I'm glad I don't have to walk around with my feet all dirty.

I'm glad I'm not a turkey.
Being made fun-of because I'm just a birdie.
Tripping because my dirty feet are stomping in a hurry.
I'm glad I don't have to worry about being shipped of to New Jersey.

I'm glad I'm not a turkey,
I don't have to worry about not turning thirty.
But I guess I do have to worry about being wordy...

You see, this Thanksgiving I'm feeling thirsty.
I'm ready for a Thursday filled with more than awkward greetings and weird evenings.
I don't want to sit and eat and have meaningless conversations filled with empty words.
I'm not willing to run through the holiday session like a turkey with it's head cut off.

I'm glad I'm not a birdie.
I'm glad I don't have to finish this holiday season feeling dirty
Or sit through empty conversations being shallow and wordy.
This Thanksgiving, I'm glad I'm not a Turkey.

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Monday, October 12, 2015

voices


We are told how to fix our problem areas.
How to slim our thighs, chisel our abdomens into Pinterest worthy stomachs, tone our arms.
I am told this dress looks flattering on me- very slimming.
Yet I am told to love the person in I see in the mirror; to embrace my weight, my size, my thighs and all.
 
We are pushed to resolve ourselves to losing weight over the new year. 
We are told to be happy with ourselves.
We are told to strive for perfection.
 
I am told order the salad; but in order to impress him, order the burger.
We are told to cut out soy, gluten, dairy, meat, GMO’s, sugar, animal products, carbohydrates, legumes, fat, all things processed, anything inorganic, high cholesterol, high sodium.
And by high cholesterol and high sodium, I mean all sodium and cholesterol.
We are told to enjoy food.
 
We are told we are too small, too big, too short, too tall. We are too skinny, too fat, too underdressed, too overdressed.
I am told my heart is what matters.
 
I hear a lot of voices telling me a lot of things. But I have other scenes than my ears.
I have eyes that see beautiful women all around me, inspiring, guiding, helping others.
I smell change in our old stereotyped ideas, but I also see how these ideas have been embedded into us. 
I touch uncertainty as I watch others move with confidence.

I feel my heart.
Beating, searching, questioning, and absorbing all these things. 
My legs are not a problem.
My heath is not determined by the latest dieting fad.
And my value as a human being isn’t tangled up in the food on my plate, the image in the mirror, or the cruel opinions of others.
No no. My value comes from something much greater than all that.
And those voices that surround me? They can have their opinion. And I’ll have mine.

Monday, March 30, 2015

I wonder


(photo credit here)
I was born in a ambulance
Bright red and white
A sign, perhaps,
Of what is to come?

I was born at 8:07 on a Sunday morning.
Always in a hurry, struggling to rest

I wonder about my being born-
Why I made it out,
But the next beating heartbeat in my mother's womb did not.

Why God chose me to gasp in
Exhaling in scream

What He had in mind when
Sculpting,
Composing;
Designing my soul.

What immense work
I was knit to accomplish  

I’m perched here.
     Waiting
           Preparing
                  Learning.

They say the sky is limitless
That you can do anything,
Be the person you want

How can you embrace yourself
While striving to become
The person you wish to be?

How can you do anything
When told no?

I wonder these things.

Sometimes I fantasize.
Me wiping runny noses,
cooking dinner for my sweetheart.

Applying thick make-up  
Ready to run on stage,
To dance?
         To sing?
                  To act?

 Sitting in a clinic
Befriending muscles and bones
A framed parchment on the wall.

On a set  
Screen behind
Waiting to tell America their morning weather.

I wonder these things.

I wonder what God made me

    To fulfill 

Monday, March 16, 2015

Not Ready


She stares in the mirror

Eyes settling on her inferior abdomen.

She persuades herself that this new bulk is the enemy

Lean cellulite, spread around her body,

 Has never received a second glance

Why she’s becoming a Jelly-Belly is beyond her.

Her friends are ignorant to her distress-

It’s just her, facing the mountain of womanhood.

The girls are busy flirting with Jeremy King

The King of the school;

How is Jeremy going to notice her,

The rounding girl?

Her Aunt has assured her she is becoming a woman,

a natural part of life.

“But what if I’m not ready to be a woman?”

She pulls on a worn t-shirt.

It hugs her torso, pulling in places that it never has before.

An unprepared child, she is.

Not ready to grow up.

Stepping back from the mirror

Still disgusted,

She lets out a long, heavy sigh.

She will never be ready to become a woman;

Only ready to embrace womanhood.  

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Wednesday, November 26, 2014

beautiful girl


one day follows another
it is inevitable, unchanging
a steady constant present
this I cannot deny
then there is your beauty
glowing and growing
there you are each day
more beautiful than ever
the softness of your skin
a canvas to embrace
to look upon in quiet wonder
this is also inevitable
you are as you will always be
a joy to look upon
a girl of great beaut
y
-Unknown