Gallivanting about with doubt
You could fly to natural high
Hades called, saw you fall, like
Bottomless bucket unfulfilled.
Life became blue/black strife
Stripped your will to climb
From valley to hill, until
Your empty soul lamented thirst.
Such fog like state of zero visibility
You heard of fountain of faith, and
Felt grace ushering you forth, one
Snowy evening of warmth you knew.
*
DETOURS ON MY ROAD
I was traveling life’s highway that seemed so right to go,
Its end of doom was certain, but that I did not know.
So God placed many warnings along the road I went
To warn of doom and judgment, a hell where eternity’s spent.
The first was many Scriptures, some which I memorized,
That spoke of love and mercy and of why Jesus died.
Then there were prayers of others who wanted me to know
That some day through God’s mercy I could to heaven go.
I also had a conscience that somehow said to me,
“The way you choose will lead you to shame and misery.”
The power of God’s Spirit kept working on my heart,
I could not flee the message that offered a new start.
At last all of God’s detours had led me to a hill
Where someone hung in anguish, and all was very still.
I knew that one was Jesus, I’d heard it many times,
But now upon life’s highway I knew He must be mine.
I called upon His name there, I trusted in His grace,
By turning at that detour, I know I’ll see His face!
I’m glad God placed those detours there in my road today
So I can walk a road now that follows in His way.
In these landscapes
painted with close calls
and teenage boys
teetering on Lover's Falls
from the crevices of loneliness
so far down, sun doesn't shine
to times when this little light
of mine, shined
like a late night diner sign
Birthdays at Denny's
to me wearing your tapestry
slightly parted curtains
revealed so much hurting
the pain was choking
Looked beyond despair
learned to breathe without air
stepped into a new existence
began changing the ordering
of persistence.
Came to understand
the journey of a man
learned to pick
myself up after a tumble
and how to walk
from underneath
that youthful safety bubble
Seen a lot of things during
this time of mine, but none more
amazing than when
your love redirected me
One hundred and twenty-five
miles out, from Forevermore
let's keep pushing through
till forevermore is in our rearview
Brain is rewriting
pathways that makes up my thoughts
lost roads past detours