I admire everything about you—
not in the way one admires a passing flower,
but as the earth admires the sun:
distant, constant, and necessary for every bloom within me.

I do not understand why God shaped us in bodies of clay,
when what truly unravels my soul
is not the shape of your hands
but the silence between your words,
where your kindness breathes and your truth resides.

I did not fall for what eyes can measure—
not for your face, your frame,
but for the invisible glow of your character,
for the way your heart moves like soft wind over still water,
disturbing something deep within me I thought had long gone quiet.

Your presence is a prayer I never learned to say,
but feel answered every time you smile—
a smile that does not just light a face,
but melts the frost in places I didn’t know were cold.

And your voice—
it doesn’t speak so much as it hums through the chambers of my being,
like the echo of rain in a sacred cave,
making me wonder:
are you truly made of the same dust as I,
or are you some hidden fragment of heaven
that God forgot to name when He whispered stars into the sky?

And still I ask, in awe and trembling:
Is it you that I love—
or is it the glimpse of God I see through you,
the divine fingerprint etched in the way
you make me believe again
in the beauty of simply being?

I am here for a purpose

The faith I can't see

But I know through and through

My God calls to me.

Strung prose
Like puzzle pieces
Broken across the page
No longer
Im too linear now
For all that
Maybe
Before long
I'll write
Instruction manuals
And think
They're poetic

If paper and pen
understand me to my core,
then it is my voice that betrays me evermore.
I know better, yet opening up
stays my biggest fear.
I am surface-leveled,
neither there, nor here.
And so comfortably, with no fuss,
I stay a projection,
nothing more than dust.
I am your imagination,
no depth,
no width.
I am only but a shell.
An empty figure,
stripped of will and vigor.

perhaps it isn’t right
but i needed God not in hindsight
nor footprints in the sand
I simply needed your hand

Look at me then,  
Look at me now,  
A lot has changed,  
I've matured somehow.  

Some things remain,  
Like my love for all,  
Look at me then,  
Look at me now.  

Once depressed, wanting to die,  
Crying each night, searching for why,  
Answers eluded, I wandered in dark,  
Except in God's light, where I found my spark.  

Now happy as a dog, florricking in fields,  
Joyful as can be, my heart freely yields.  
With a smile on my face, I invite you to see,  
You can't miss God's love that shines through me.  

Look at me then,  
Look at me now,  
Younger me would be so proud.

When pen doesn't reach paper.
I have nothing to say.
Peace has captivated me, and in it I will dwell.
It is like a gentle flowing river, soothing my soul.
Peace, Peace, Peace like a river.