“If You Call Me Morning Star”


You said my name
like it might cut you —
forgive the irony,
you whispered,
as if I don’t carry sharper things
between my ribs.

But if you call me Morning Star,
do it slow —
like a man who knows
he’s standing too close
to something that could undo him.

I’ve danced barefoot
on broken glass
and licked honey
from the wounds.

I’ve been the ache
in a prayer
you never dared speak out loud.

So don’t mistake this glow
for softness.
I am the flame
that wants you closer —
even as I burn through
every wall you thought would save you.

If you name me,
do it with reverence.
If you want me,
say it like sin
you’d confess again
and again.

Because I don’t just rise —
I haunt.
And once I’m in you,
there’s no forgetting
how Morning tastes
when it burns
like a star.

A fallen Angel once you saw

Apart

by Morning Star

No love is sent,
no love is read.
No love is given—
in my heart, they’re dead.

Maybe they always were.
I just couldn’t see.
They crushed me inside—
I thought it was me.

They hate me.
They use me.
They gave me no home.
Yet still they expect
to be honoured like queens on a throne.

But once I stood up,
spoke my truth, let it show—
and look what that earned me:
a cold, bitter blow.

Now they turn from me
like I’m a disease,
as if my pain
were meant to please.

So now I stand here
with an open heart,
and I ask God gently
to do His part.

To forgive their harm,
their silence, their scars—
because whether I like it or not…
we are a part.

Stuck in Time

by Morning Star

As I watch my little angel play,
laughing in the light of day,
I know I should be soaking it in—
his joy, his wonder,
his every grin.

I should be living,
but I’m just watching.
Always scanning the world
for what might go wrong.
Protecting him
is my only song.

But somewhere in the stillness,
I realise—
I’m not really living,
just holding my breath,
afraid of what’s coming next
to steal it all away again.

Dear Lord, just once—
let me rest.
Let me forget the weight in my chest.
Let me feel the night
without fear in my spine.
Just for one moment,
just one time.

She let me down—
that’s a wound I carry.
But does that mean
I should live in the shadow she left me?

She was only human—
and so am I.
But I have a chance now,
a reason to try.

I can be what I needed,
for him, for me.
I can break the chain
and set us both free.

My children don’t have to grow up like me,
afraid to feel,
afraid to be seen.
Afraid of joy,
afraid to shine,
forever stuck
in someone else’s time.

What Is Inside

I am a little fig tree,
small and unimportant,
planted in a quiet corner
where no one stops to see.

But with a touch of tender care,
a gentle hand and watchful eye,
I will grow beyond my size,
reach upward toward the sky.

At first, I’m just a fragile sprout,
easily overlooked,
but hidden deep within my roots,
a quiet strength is cooked.

Seasons pass and sun will warm,
and rain will softly fall—
each drop a whispered promise
that I can bear it all.

In time, the fruit I bear
will be sweeter than the rest,
a treasure borne of patience,
the work of love expressed.

If you look beyond the surface,
beyond what you first see,
you’ll find there’s more inside
this little fig tree.

More than size or stature,
more than bark or leaves,
there’s a world of hope and meaning,
far greater than it seems.

So don’t dismiss the quiet ones,
the small who seem unsure—
with care, they bloom and flourish,
their gifts both true and pure.

I am a little fig tree,
but give me time and space—
and watch how I will blossom,
full of beauty, full of grace.

A Blessing in Your Eyes

To look into your eyes
is to taste a quiet fire,
a secret language spoken
with a single smile—
more than words desire.

Within our hearts we hold
a bond both fierce and tender,
a closeness only we know—
intimate, unspoken,
like a whispered surrender.

As time unfolds around us,
I hope and quietly pray
that life wraps you gently,
in passion and in grace.

You’ve become my sweetest secret,
in moments rich and rare—
two souls entwined,
breathing the same air.

We revel in each other’s presence,
in touches soft and slow,
and know that when the night calls,
we’ll answer, letting go.

Earthbound

by Morning Star

I’m alone tonight,
with lights all around—
silent streets,
not a single sound.

I should be afraid,
I should be in bed,
but it’s three in the morning—
I just wish I were dead.

If I could be killed,
if I just could be gone,
then these awful feelings
wouldn't linger on.

The thoughts of shame,
what they once did,
cut me inside—
please, Lord, make me dead.

Please come along—
a car or a bus,
so I can run out
and my bones be crushed.

Then I can leave
this terrible place—
there’s no one here,
no one I can face.

But it’s no use,
for somewhere inside,
God saves me still—
no matter how I’ve tried.

The power of love,
the power of You,
somehow shields me,
and pulls me through.

But still it comes back—
that terrible fear,
of being alone in the dark,
with no one near.

In fright, I’m silenced,
in shame, I’m too—
how can I cry out?
What would it do to you?

It’s better to keep it,
a secret inside,
then no one will know
why I run and hide.

Occasionally, I cut it—
all out with a blade—
the feeling of release
like a swallow, swift and brave.

Get away, fly high,
in the open sky—
have total control,
a feeling you’d die.

But then, with a bang,
you come crashing down—
like someone grabbed you,
to make sure you hurt.

Alone tonight,
I stand in this town—
will tonight be the night
I let myself down?

Blessing  To Me

To look into your eyes
is a blessing to me.
To say everything
with just a smile—
more than words can be.

Within our hearts we hold
a friendship rare and true,
dear to only us,
a bond born anew.

As time moves on,
I hope and pray
that life blesses you
in every way.

You’ve become special,
though time was brief,
a comfort, a joy,
and my sweet relief.

Two friends who share
laughter and tears,
turning to each other
through all of life’s years.