Category: Poems

I picked at a scab:
of frivolity and,
everyday lightness;
When it fell off,
underneath,
to my surprise,
was a festering grief.

Deceitful mirth:
I laughed so hard,
that I believed in it,
and forgot myself;
more than half-gone,
wasted by losses,
that have already taken,
the best part of me.

Yet, it may be better to laugh:
When the truth is,
simply an aching sorrow;
which no one wants to bear?

Perhaps I should have left it alone:
becoming a scar;
not quite healing,
yet appearing alive,
convincingly,
until this race is run…

Making it:
finally,
one way,
or another, across the finish line.

~FS

To be genuinely loved, truly,

Feels as though you were meant to be,

As though the world might stop,

If you were no longer in it.

And when the one who loves you,

Dies,

It is as though the world has stopped,

And you are no longer in it.

True love is like a shared gravity,

Pulling each into a shared orbit,

Seasons measured by revolutions,

Around each other.

A genuine love is a pure diamond,

Forged in the heat and pressure of life,

Across time creating,

Something precious and rare.

To be loved is a gift unmerited,

Bewildering and surprising,

To return love is the beginning,

Of life.

~FS

We who profess Christ,
And who wear crosses,
Who are we, really?
If Christ is not at our core,
If Jesus is not everything?

I’m speaking to myself,
But, feel free to listen in:
It is as though we are a hollow tube,
A vessel that should be filled,
But is not.

I see a purple flower, wild,
By the side of the road,
In a mass of flowers and tendrils,
Cascading over a rock wall,
It lives in this world,
But is not of this world,
Not of this world of man.

I’ve not seen the flowers striving,
To fill themselves up,
As even we Christians strive,
Just like other men of unbelief,
Striving to fill our hollow core,
Emptiness inside us caused,

By the absence of Christ.

Why say that we are Christians?
Others are more honest,
Those who have left the faith,
And are busy now filling themselves,
Full, with everything else,
Everything else that they can find.

If we will not make Jesus Christ,
Our everything,
It is better that we take off our cross,
And follow the ways of this world instead,
Although, parenthetically and as a warning,
In this endeavor, we will never be full,
And we will always be wanting,
Wanting more,

Accompanied by the pain of never having enough,
With our innermost heart hollow, empty, even so.

Christian, be like the wildflower instead,
Every day it awakens,
And accepts what God gives it,
And it is full,
And in its fullness it gives,
It gives back its own beauty,

Reflected from Christ,

Out to the world.

~FS

The sun rose again today,

Oh, it is brilliant.

I’m letting old thoughts go their way,

And starting over.

It’s time to live this life I’m livin’,

All the time that I’ve been given,

Every moment is just beginning.

It’s all wide open, and it’s~

Shining like the sun.

Take a walk outside and see,

Oh, it is beautiful.

Leaving all the shadows behind us,

The bright new light may blind us,

But only for a while…

How’s about we live this life we’re livin’,

All the time that we’ve been given,

Every moment is just beginning.

It’s all wide open, and it’s~

Shining like the sun.

I left the cave this morning,

To take a look around,

I forgot what I’d been missing,

Or had I ever known?

Every moment is just beginning.

It’s all wide open, and it’s~

Shining like the sun.

~FS

The tops of the trees tell a story,

Reach for the skies look around,

The heart like a flower unfurling,

Life coming forth from the ground,

Origins within muck and miry,

Heavenly promises abound,

Angels celestial and fiery,

Sing praises of glorious sound,

Attend to the One who is Holy,

None other may wear His crown,

Little children dancing on Sunday,

Bright faced in white linen gowns,

Their laughter as clouds on a stairway,

Ascending to heaven resounds,

Look now at the spiritual armies,

Arrayed on this world’s battleground,

Mankind a spirit in a body,

Godly sparks in a fleshy surround,

Created as a universe entirely,

Each being a life most profound,

Death this life’s final unwinding,

Spirit and this body unwound,

Shedding our mortal encasing,

No more to dire gravity bound,

Farewell world of our suffering,

We rise up to eternity new-found,

Done with the pain of our falling,

Full-speed we are heavenly-bound.

~FS

Blank slates,

Open spaces,

Time reveals my dreams,

As passing clouds,

Scrolling over hilltops,

Scrub the world clean.

And tiny black birds,

Twittering in the wind,

Falling, rising, scattering,

Swarms of quarter notes,

Echoing through the trees,

Sing the sun awake.

Snow drifts,

Thought alights,

A suspended, pulsing rhythm,

Gently rolls across my heart,

I’m dancing with the Master,

Towards the center of it all.

~FS

I can’t imagine never knowing,

Jesus came for me.

I can’t imagine never knowing,

That He died for me.

Of all the things that we can know,

I think that this is best.

This is the thing I need to know,

And I can live without the rest.

I’m sorry if I never told you,

What He means to me.

I’m sorry if I never told you,

How He set me free.

I can’t imagine never knowing,

Jesus came for me.

I can’t imagine never knowing,

How He loves us perfectly.

~FS

The sun is shining over me,
A dove is singing from the tree,
Got a shih tzu in my lap,
He looks ready for a nap.

I sit with my eyes upon the sky,
Wondering if it’s true, or just a lie,
Can’t know for sure, but I feel hope stirring,
‘Cause I’ve got these tidings, of great things coming.

It smells like a promise on the wind,
Of a land and a life free from sin.

All around us the world is joy,
Losing everything here’s just a ploy,
There ain’t no keeping what’s gone and lost,
Just trusting in the One hanging on the cross.

If you’ve got something better?
Can you show me someone better?
We’re all dying here, and suffering,
But placebos are all they’re offering.

Redeeming the time with a song, and a prayer.
What else can I do but just sing, and then prayer?
While time is this burden I’m carrying,
The sun does its rising and falling.

It smells like a promise on the wind,
Of a land and a life free from sin.

~FS

We used to play in the streets,

We used to dance with bare feet,

All of the songs that we sang,

Love was our common refrain.

Why have we rolled over,

In our lives?

Why have we believed,

All the lies?

When will we wake from,

Our self-styled sleep?

When will we lift ourselves,

Up from the deep?

How I miss our songs together,

Sung in every kind of weather,

We sang at the top of our voices,

Harmony at the top of our choices.

Why have we rolled over,

In our lives?

Why have we believed,

All the lies?

When will we wake from,

Our self-styled sleep?

When will we lift ourselves,

Up from the deep?

When we believed in ourselves,

We believed in each other,

We believed what we saw,

We believed what we knew,

I still believe in us, I still believe in you.

I still believe what’s true, I still believe in you.

~FS

Honeybee,
In my ear,
Honeybee,
Please come nearer,
Honeybee,
Collecting pollen,
Honeybee,

I am fallin’,
For the love,
You’re speaking of,
Right here.
My honeybee.

Honeybee,
I still love you,
Honeybee,
Always thinking of you,
Honeybee,
Love like honey,
Honeybee,
You’ll always be,
Honeybee,
My honeybee.

Please don’t take your time,
But I’ll still be waiting,
Buzzing through my mind,
I’m an old heart prating,
Want to hold you close,
Hold you in my hands,
But I promise you’ll be free,
I won’t impose demands.

We’ll always be,
Wild,

You and me,
Like two honeybees~

My honeybee.

~FS