I gently close my eyes, letting the day’s noise fall from its place
a small truth rises within—one I’ve carried but never named aloud
in that stillness, I offer it fully — trusting the silence to hold it
I am always floored by her tactfulness but she is a leech ! are you unwarily trusting ?
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
But we were so close,
And it was just right now,
Everything fit perfect to my eye.
Before I had to go,
All so soon it ticked away,
Ending sugared dreams too sweet to die.
Blow a kiss I don't see,
Along my bladed cheek,
Empty me of all that turns me in the night.
But not so blind, I know,
All that evades a look,
Evaporates to sparks within your light.
By knowing, by tasting,
And feeling every wave,
Erase the tear of doubt that once was cried.
Between then and now,
A dawn had dawned on me,
Earn the moments love would bleed me dry.
Trust is a must,
Or you're left in the dust,
Gusty winds come re arrange,
The change feels strange,
As a range of emotions,
Flow through the ocean,
Of all the people in motion,
Trust is the magic potion,
Devotion by default,
Truth secured in the vault,
The fault behind my mind,
This was designed by the Divine,
Mine to define and refine,
Finding my way through,
Trusting what I feel to do,
Love every moment too,
Life can really teach you,
Change how you view things,
Bringing a sense of wonder,
Standing under starry skies,
The surprise,
It's all coming from my eyes,
Realizing I can trust my brain,
I retrain the whole system,
Maintaining a way between them,
Empowering every aspect I see,
There in me for a reason,
All will come in its season,
Trust all that your seeing,
And release what isn't agreeing.
But What Are Trust,
But Attributary...
Like Then Flow
The Rivers To
The Sea...
Entirely Sea Where
It'll All Arose From.
So Don’t Be Surprised
Of The Ebb And Flow...
This Tide Was
Procreative Evolution:
****HERE!****
Sink And Mix In - Only
The Vast Was Destined...
Waves And Passion's
Serious Seed.
Authenticly Arises.
-Gray Squirrel
02-07-2026
Universe
Supply me
consistency like sunrises and sunsets
courage like a runaway comet
depth like your boundless edges
serenity like your starry nights
spontaneity like a shooting star
strength like a supernova explosion
suffering so I may recognize beauty
Universe
Amidst chaos and uncertainty
Supply me
Faith that you'll be my guiding light
“He Is There in the Dark”
When shadows fall and hope feels thin,
And silence echoes deep within,
When answers hide and strength runs low,
There is a Light you still can know.
Though night may veil the path ahead,
And dreams lie still or filled with dread,
The Lord is near—He does not sleep,
His watchful love is strong and deep.
He dwells not just in skies so bright,
But in the folds of deepest night.
The cloud by day, the fire by flame,
Both whisper softly: He’s the same.
In Sinai’s dark, where Moses stood,
God met him there, and called it good.
In hidden wombs, in silent cries,
His sovereign hand still sanctifies.
When grief surrounds and tears descend,
He does not leave, He does not bend.
His lamp will light your darkest place,
His arms will hold you in His grace.
No realm too far, no soul too lost,
No storm too fierce, no pain too cost.
For Christ, the Light, has pierced the gloom,
And turned the grave into a womb.
So trust Him now, though skies are gray,
He walks beside you all the way.
The night may linger, but not win—
His morning mercy breaks within.
it was a bright pretty happy day
Joy had always been excited about life
she was from a small town
seventeen years old, in her happy element
She was from the kind of a town where people take care of each other
her bicycle chain broke on a country road
a nice-looking man in a blue pickup truck smiled at her
He turned his truck around to help
Offered to take her to town to fix it
Lifted the bike into his truck, showing his kindness
Joy trusted his smile
she was never seen again
Everything feels like it’s right,
There’s no reason to take flight,
Yet inside, it’s not quite right,
Still feels heavy, not quite light.
I said “yes,” or so I thought,
But something keeps me standing still.
I want to give You all I’ve got,
Yet part of me resists Your will.
You see me trying to let go,
But there is still something below,
A weight I can’t quite shake,
A chain I have yet to break.
Forgive me, Lord,
For holding back my soul.
This fear is like a rope;
It is tied tight, out of control.
But nothing is too hard for You.
In weakness, You make me strong.
In sadness, You bring comfort;
In You, I belong.
So I’ll release this lingering fear,
Though the path ahead’s not always clear.
Your plans remain above my own;
In You, my trust is fully grown.
You provide, sustain, and heal.
You fill the gaps I try to conceal.
You called, You chose despite my doubt;
Who am I to shut You out?
So here I am; I trust You, for real.
Lead me, Lord, and shape my will.
I long for more of only You,
More of You in all I do.
Trusting your magic,
Reveries, our interludes,
They won't get to you!
Loyalty isn’t asking for much it’s giving Anything you can, without hesitation, without fear of loss.
It’s being there, even when its dark,
and offering Anything because it’s worth it.
Because You were worth it.
But You didn't believe.
Loyalty is the quiet promise to give Anything,
and trust that it’s enough.
You must be dumb
The understanding of this truth will make you numb
Imagine trusting a man who left his wife for you
Looking at your body
He gets motivated
Looking at his life
He is frustrated
The need for excitement brings deceit
Soon his marriage faces defeat
For women, loneliness is often the case
Then she embraces another man
This was never part of the plan
But in reality, lust becomes the driving force
Imagine trusting a man who left his wife for you
Often we learn too late
This might be up for debate
But in reality, this happens all too often
Copyright 2024
You are a God of mercy
God is unfailing love
Your love for me is perfect
and it comes from up above
Your angels sing Your praises
singing joy and love to all
trusting the Father's praises
Jesus will come yes when I call
The muse inspires the artist
The moth desires the flame
My trust transpires with time
My heart requires the same
Solemn newscasters retell
Accounts filled with sorrow.
More children lost
where they should have been safe.
Seven lives cut short by
the careful planning of one.
We see Rachel’s tears
falling again. They’re gone.
Parents, communities cry out
“How can such evil be addressed?”
Empty arms ache with excruciating pain.
We remember Michelangelo’s “La Pieta”,
She neither blamed her Creator,
nor held back her expression of sorrow.
As we see yet another example of innocent slaughter,
And wonder how we address this culture of death.
Such pervasive life-destroying demands provoke us
to join the saints below the altar and cry, “How long Lord…?
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