Creative Insight - Page 4

In order for the stars to shine,
The sun must go to rest,
For only in the darkness can
You see the light the best.

But the night sky separates our eyes
From light that would make us blind,
And what we call stars poke holes in this sheet
To reveal some of heaven behind.

The night sky simply shields our eyes
From what they cannot bear,
But we are allowed a glimpse of hope
In a time of great despair.

And as heaven pours out itself,
We see not endless void,
But rather, a glimpse of never-ending
Peace and love and joy.

Praise be to God, who spoke the stars
That illuminate the night,
For they are proof that even in
The darkness, there is light.

There's a girl crying alone in her room,
Wishing she could disappear from this cursed earth.
Dragging a razor blade across her scarred wrist,
She fails to see how much she is worth.

There's a boy that dreams each night,
Hoping to muster the courage to talk to his crush.
He's too afraid of all the judging and name calling to approach him,
But those people lack to remember he's human just as much.

There's a man driving home from work,
Praying his wife hasn't discovered his lies.
Covering up that one night he made a mistake,
He has forgotten we all live under the same sky.

There's a woman sitting in a bar,
Thinking of all the times she's been there before.
She's wondering if she'll ever be truly loved by someone,
But what she doesn't realize is she's worth so much more.

There's a God watching over all of them,
Watching them with unconditional love and pride.
Waiting with open arms to welcome them home,
He's hoping they find they are loved for what's inside.

For the first time, I saw your face,
And in my heart you filled that space.

I closed my eyes, and you were one,
And my love for you had grown brighter than the sun.

My heart skipped a beat when you turned two.
You were getting so big! What was I to do?

On the day that you turned three,
I gave you a baby brother to share with me.

It seemed like in no time you were four,
And when you looked at me with love, my heart would soar.

All too quickly, you turned five.
You would soon start school and leave me behind.

While gaining your independence, you turned six,
But there are still things you need me to fix.

It was not easy watching you turn seven.
You are a gift from God, sent straight from Heaven.

I will shed a tear as you turn eight,
And thank the Lord for making you my fate.

Another year gone, and now you're nine.
It's going too fast. I wish I could turn back time.

Time keeps moving, and you grow into ten.
If only we could go back to one again.

God smiles upon you as you turn eleven.
He is saving you a place up in Heaven.

Twelve comes so quickly, and you go to middle school.
Your world is so different, and now I'm not so cool.

You welcome thirteen, but my little girl I will miss.
It was in this year that you got your first kiss.

I hold my breath as you turn fourteen,
A more beautiful young lady I have never seen.

Fifteen comes and takes fourteen away,
"Please keep her safe," to God I pray.

At sixteen, you can finally drive,
I wish it was still your Barbie Jeep when you were just five.

Turning seventeen, there's not much time,
The mountain of your youth you've almost climbed.

Eighteen comes in the blink of an eye,
And as you close this chapter, I'll try my best not to cry.

I've loved you forever, or so it seems.
I first met you when I was young, in my dreams.

You are everything I ever hoped for and more.
I'm excited to see what God has in store.

The clouds break forth the streams of light
To dance upon the earth,
And cradled in the sands of time,
Comes a newborn baby's birth.
A gentle breeze blows through the night,
It whispers through the grass,
And ripples on the water form
As rain glistens on the glass.

And you listen to the sound,
The Lord's presence all around.
He summons us to go
Where peaceful waters flow.

A rainbow arcs across the sky,
A promise is displayed.
The graceful flight of a butterfly,
It takes my breath away.
The autumn leaves in their splendor
Fall gracefully to the earth,
And stars proclaim their song at night,
What is their beauty worth?

And you listen to the sound,
The Lord's presence all around.
He summons us to go
Where peaceful waters flow.

A flash of lightning streaks across the sky.
We huddle close beneath the trembling eaves
As thunder roars a nightmare lullaby
And strips the trees outside of summer leaves.

The fire is warm. Its light is warmer still.
A gentle beacon holding back the dark.
Yet, in the light of day, we know we will
Deny the fearful pounding of our hearts.

The ancient wonder once again is near.
The fury of the storm awakes our past.
When gods and nature both were to be feared
And spells of warding were by fire cast.

An autumn storm returns us to that place
When nature's glory awed the human race.

The breeze that brushed across the grass
Sang a song of days long passed
Of mighty mountains and caves of gold
Of hidden secrets and tales of old

The gust that danced between the leaves
Accompanied the song of the twirling breeze
A louder chorus of distant lands
Of ancient ice and desert sands

The wind that wound through the trees
Whispered softly of far off seas
It sang its song and bade me follow 
Down past glens and through the hollow

The gale that beat against the glass
Had howled its way from the mountain pass
A frustrated cry of forgotten days
When Earth was cared for through many ways

The hurricane that raged upon the land
Roared in anger and made its stand
It howled a tirade of venomous words
Fighting forever just to be heard

The breeze that stumbled across the grass
Sighed a song of days long passed
An exhausted echo of what used to be
Of what the human race no longer sees

How the stars are placed in ordnance so perfectly in the sky,
You think of who created them and all the reasons why.

Besides the science of the universe, there must be a poetic side.
An artist much more articulate than you and I.

I sometimes watch them for hours and hours at a time,
Hoping to see a shooting star to wish away the pain held inside.

To think of how beautiful the light disappears into the darkness of the night
And how the next morning will bring back the light.

A reoccurring circulation that every day we watch arise.
Every day we see it happen, but only a few of us realize.

It's almost become human nature to let this beauty pass us by.
We almost never take the time to admire the art that stands before our eyes.

A perception that is only seen through the vision of the wise,
Knowing there's something bigger than what we see on the outside.

No Christmas cards this time of year, no one sends them anymore,
no Christmas tree to decorate, no Yuletide wreathe on the door.

No one comes to visit, to wish him Christmas cheer,
all alone in a tiny room, an old man sips his beer.

The radio softly playing all the Christmas songs,
the old man contemplating all the world's wrongs.

No mistletoe, no manger scene, no star of Bethlehem,
just a clouded memory of the way it was back then.

Not a call from anyone, friend or family,
by himself on Christmas Day, not the way it was meant to be.

On a cold Christmas morning, church goers hurry by,
the old man sits and watches, with a teardrop in his eye.

No one pays attention, no one is aware,
no one seems to see the shut-in sitting there.

No internet, no Facebook, no one taught him how,
wish he had long ago; it'd be useful now.

A black lab, his company, curled up on the floor,
like his master, old and tired, can't move fast anymore.

The old man sits and waits in his wheelchair,
for a visit or a call from someone, somewhere.

Merry Christmas my old friend, Happy New Year,
words he's been waiting for; that's all he wants to hear.