Transition

The autumn leaves:
Young love,
Solid for the seasons
Broken, Separated
Changing
The wind blowing
Forces the leaves
To separate
trampled on by passersby:
Forgotten

(This is still a work in progress)

Rejection.

Today, I realized how Jesus feels sometimes when He is ignored. He speaks and speaks to us, keeps on encouraging us to go on but many times, we argue with Him because we don't get our way or things aren't going as planned. Many are ungrateful...or selfish..but it is ultimately Him who feels the sting of rejection

The Poet Who Never Smiles

I wrote this while watching Indiana Jones today...inspired by finishing a group project early and flipping through our poetry book and noticing that the poets are never smiling.

There is no explanation
as to why
the poet will never smile

Many words a picture speaks
many words a poet speaks
in their expressionless image

Are they trying to appear--
serious?
passionate?
deep?

They might think nothing of
their lack of expression, but
could their distant look mean their big dreams?

But dear poet, you look so sad
Well-worn by the years
like those big dreams
are a distant memory

Tell me dear poet, why won't you smile?

my eyes
should be fixed
on You
but they're searching
searching
for something
something else
anything else
to satisfy
but You
are the only
one who satisfies