Tag: sunset

Believe

Your tears slide in silence,
Screaming for the words
Unsaid,
Streaming down a path
Unknown,
Struggling through what’s
Unseen.

You hide behind a mask,
Waiting for Someone to
See,
Hoping for Someone to
Search,
Longing for Someone to
Save—

To look through the
Unsaid, the unknown,
The unseen.
To love beyond what is
Seen, or what is found,
Or what is unworthy.

Please, believe me,
When I say,
There is a Love this sweet,
There is a Hope this pure,
There is a Salvation this free.

Nail pierced Hands,
A thorn cut Brow,
A Love that knows no bounds.

A Love that sees,
A Love that knows,
A Love that still loves,
Unconditionally.

You just need to,
Simply,
Believe.

Mirror

Reflections-
Are lies,
Are real,
In the same breath,
At the same time.

Glass mirrors-
Show us
What is
Seen by the world,
When we can’t look.

Clear water
Holds still,
Stays cool,
Until the wind,
Until the rain.

Reflections
Show us-
Us.
But what we see
Is only half the story.

The other half is
In pieces.

What others see.
What’s inside.
And finally-

-the Truth.

Puzzle

Each day is a piece
Of the puzzle,
But also a puzzle
All on its own.

Some pieces are
Temporary,
Only there for a time,
Or a simple season.

Some pieces stick
Around, lasting
Longer than you
Ever thought they could.

Some pieces come
With proper closure.
Everything understood,
Nothing left unsaid.

Some pieces fade,
From the sun and rain,
From the weight of
Questions unasked.

Some pieces break,
Suddenly snapping off,
So it no longer fits.
Forever changing the picture.

Each day is a piece
Of the puzzle.
But also a puzzle
All on its own.

The full picture,
Impossible to see,
Until it’s all
Done.

Fading

And as the sun fades behind the mountains,
Taking the brilliant shades with it,
Will you feel contentment, peace?
Or will it stir a longing, a question?

Does it reflect the satisfaction of your day, or
Mirror the uncertainty you feel in this moment?
Encouraging you towards tomorrow, or
Dragging you down to another day?

Do the colors bring you joy, or do
You find yourself wishing they’d reverse?
Putting the sun back in the sky, giving you
More time, more chances. More beats.

Do you dread the darkness, the coldness that will come?
Or are you fulfilled by your successes?
And enjoy the break, and the rest,
Now that this day is done.

The same setting, same colors, same time, same place,
Can be defined differently by each one
Who beholds it. Who takes it in.
But the real, true beauty, doesn’t come
From the actual sunset.

It comes from finding truth.
And knowing the One who creates it.

Falling

Leaves change as time spirals
Away from green and into brown,
Or maybe gold or bronze,
Depending on how you take it.

The breeze changes directions
From warmth to chilling wind,
Testing the strength of connections,
Breaking the weak with the slightest shift.

Light appears later and fades faster,
Shortening the day while remaining
The same. The role of division
Switched for the sun and the stars.

Silence vibrates through frozen ground
Now bare, empty, waiting for new seeds,
For new life, to start over, to begin,
Just to chance losing it all again.  

One tear slid down her cheek as she walked towards the setting sun, the purple and navy shades of dusk settling in around her. What shocked her was not the small ache that settled in around her heart as she thought about the decision she had just made, everything that she had just walked away from, or the life she had just left behind.

What shocked her, was the sense of relief.

Angle

May not have represented hope…

A different angle can change everything.
It can provide a new perspective,
Help gain a fresh understanding.

The purple flowers, from any other side,
Would have just existed.
Would have just been there.

The leaves, if looked at from another direction,
Could have been trampled without a thought,
Could have been bit off by the hungry muzzle nearby.

The sunset, through any other lens,
Might have been missed.
Might not have been appreciated.

The light, if blocked by any thicker foe,
May not have interrupted the shadows.
May not have represented hope.