Personally

God is not some
Haughty being
Who set the world
To spinning
And sat back
To watch what
Would happen next
God doesn’t have His
Feet up, while He
Kicks back in a chair
He’s down here
Right among us
Dealing one on one
With each and every one
Who yells out to Him
He’s right here with us
Going through
The muck and mud
Standing on top of
The mountains we climb
Wherever we go
He’s there by our sides
In ways I’d never imagined
God is always with me
He’s not far off aloof
He’s right here
Dealing with me
A hundred percent
Personally, He’s
Always beside me

Shaped

I am formed
Molded by things
Outside, around me
And inside my head
Constantly changing
In microscopic ways
My choices change me
Sculpting away
At who I am
And who I will be
This one decision
I’ve made changed
The entire game
You see, I took
The shaping tools
And handed them
To my Creator, God
And made Him
The One in charge
Of shaping me

Mud

Mud gets used
For many things
From nourishing plants
To spattering pants
Kids roll in mud
Adults splash through it
Companies call it clean
And sell mud for your face
But in the end,
It’s all just wet dirt
Moist, sticky dust
And nothing more

To Be Seen

We live in a time where
What we do is who we are
We’re no longer a society
Based on our family’s name
Okay, we still kind of are,
But, our actions, our words
Define the outward perception
Of who each of us is
At times that means
We all end up feeling
Like a list of labels
Others put on us
And at the same time
Feel like all anyone can see
Is just the list
And inside, we each scream
When will they just see me
Just us, for who we are
Not one thing we did
But, all of who we are
To be seen without label

Yosemite

The pictures don’t do it justice
The beauty of this wild place
I know this place
Of rock and tree
And towering waterfalls
I rests within me
Close to my heart
Under the skin the winds caress
I hold it fast
As I would a lover
But, it is both deeper
And more mysterious
A thing than love,
My connection to this place
Though I do not live here,
Yosemite is home
It is a healing balm
For my soul
A place crafted
By the Creator’s Hands

Becca
Ecc 4:9, 9:4

Motivation

There are those who seek
To make things better
To protect others
To serve and do good
Not out of a desire
To fulfill their agenda

There are those who seek
To make things better
For a profit and only
For their own gain
Only to promote
Their own agenda

What kind of life
Do you lead?
What motivation
Is your own?
Is it for you
Or for everyone?

What kind of legacy
Is the one you want
To leave behind
When you are gone?
Which legacy
Will be yours?