Saved From Madness

These crowded loves, this worldly mood
Such thoughts, such spirits my mind construed
Of loss, and fear, and friends, and doubt
Because to worries, my time is devout
From heart to mouth, foul mishaps spout.

Akin to a familiar room at night
When things feel no discerning light
These things only, which cannot cleave
To one unless one chooses to believe
The monsters, imagination strays to conceive.

Or forest trees, arms reaching out
And snagging the one who is in doubt
Of where to go to find some safety
To escape this world of treachery
Instead, to live peaceably

This journey for a way through
A search for peace thats pure and true
Leads many places, many ways
Toward music, objects, or busy days
Anything at all, for the mind amaze

But I've found something, a path narrow
Lead by Light only faith can know
Filled with God's peace, the only One
Though sometimes from Him, we run
We're daily saved by the death of God's Son.

Yet His death is never the end
For He was able to transcend
The death, and live again, to save
The world from their own sorry grave
And become no longer the devil's slave.

Last Minute

Once in May, but not summer yet
Spring showers leaving the grass still wet
My friend, the adventurer decided he would
Take a journey 'round the world, if he could
And should not get the idea in his head
That he'd rather post in his blog instead
But that he'd find something interesting to see
In every old farmhouse, in every grand city
So when he returns--it would be quite a spell
He'd have lots of exciting stories to tell
"Maybe I'll swim across the red sea!
Maybe I'll find my heart in Sicily!
In China, I'll use chopsticks to eat
In Ireland, accomplish some heroic feat
In fact, I'll be quite world-renowned!"
He said with enthusiasm, and I was astounded
"This would cost so much money to do
For planes and hotels and passport book, too
And it would take time- not to be a snob,
But you'd probably have to quit your job."
He pondered a moment, then without a doubt
Said, "Friend you have nothing to worry about
For I've managed to save a decent amount
Of money in my bank account!"
"Well there's not much more that I can say,
When do you plan to make your way?"
He said, "I just can't wait! I'm too excited to speak!
I think my journey will begin next week!"

How Things Work

The earth exists in a special spot
Allowing flow of liquid water
Which wouldn't be possible
If we were much more cold or hotter

The earth renews itself
New land to create
With every slow movement
Of each tectonic plate

We don't lose anything
In the cyclic rise and fall
Of earth's precious water
A thousand years, we'll have it all

Grass grows on it's own will
And can't be told to stop
It brightens green and lovely
With every little drop

Rotation gives us night and day
A time to rest, a time to play

Seasons come from tilt and revolution
Testimony to God's creative institution

So we worry not
That the world may fall apart
But instead, we can focus
On matters of the heart.

Childhood Fears

When I was a little girl - maybe three or four
I had recurring nightmares - a story of foreboding lore
Of certain loud machines surrounding me on the floor
In a circle, enclosing, no hope to find a door

These machines may strike you funny, but I'll tell you that it's true
Vacuum cleaners were my fear when I was little over two
Loud noises and fear of being sucked in - must have threw
A loop in my subconscious --for utter fear is what I knew
(And to dream this over and over _really_ made me feel blue)

But then-- and I don't know how this came to be
I seemed to have a brave streak - when I was about three
And certainly would rather my dreams be filled with glee
Instead of scary vacuum cleaners in a circle around me

And so I decided - there was no compromise
This nightmare was going to meet it's demise
I walked up to the biggest one, and much to my surprise
Found that it could speak (!), with no evil in his vacuum eyes

So we talked and laughed--I had made a new friend.
And the nightmare vanished, came never again.

The Light of the Morn'

A phone call woke me up this morn'

At 5 AM, annoying, sure,

But in the dark, I lay awake

And so decided I would take

A walk in the light of the morn'

I greeted my mother before she left

Brought a smile to her face

Dressed and stretched, and put on shoes

Let the world know of the good news

Of my walk in the light of the morn'

A step, a prayer, a smile, a glance

The sunrise greeted me, how nice!

The cool breeze blew back my hair,

I took pictures of what I found there,

During my walk in the light of the morn'

Me and God in solitude,

As the world slept on, my hope grew,

Things aren't always perfect, no...

But somehow, the sun and breeze showed

Things were okay in the light of the morn'

The sunrise was so beautiful

In the light of the morn'

I could not even capture the hue

With my camera, the yellow, orange, and blue

Imprinted on my mind, the light of the morn'.

My walk is over, finished now

I'm sleepy, but it's okay.

I enjoyed my early morning today

Perhaps tomorrow I'll again enjoy 

The light of the morn'.

The house with many rooms.

One day in my dreams, I came to a house
A house that was nigh as high as a mouse

But as I approached, the house, it grew
Until I could walk in the door and right through

I walked inside, and all I saw
Was a very long and narrow hall

Along the walls were many a door
I found I had the need to explore

The first door I opened, was to my right
Opened to a room extremely bright

Colors and rainbows littered everywhere
I had to shield my eyes from the glare

The next door I came to was something new
Neat, tidy, and grey all the way through

Boring, but calm this dark room was
I sat there a while, just because

After resting a while, I left that dark room
back into the hallway, where doors still loomed

The next one I came to, as soon as I passed
I found that the room was entirely glass!

I didn't want anything in that room to break
So one look inside was all I could take

The room across from the glass so pretty
Made me laugh, and think the house was witty

For across the hall, the room I found
was made completely of goose down!

I walked down that long and narrow hall
exploring every room I saw

Cities and jungles, desert and sea
Such a long hall, rooms too many!

I walked and expored for hours that day
Wondering how long I would stay

But then I grew lonely, there was no other soul
and the hall was closing in on me, beckoning me to go

I could see no exit, I asked, how do I leave?
The room answered my question, 'just believe'

I closed my eyes, and held still as dead
Woke up in my room, covers over my head

I said "This is my room, and this is my house,
...and I'm not as tiny as a mouse!"