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Komara Wyss Sep 2014
You are my late night lover.
     My romance under the stars.
             Both of us using the other to fill a void inside.
                   Two lonely hearts bonded over confessions in the dark.
You're brokenness out in the open, on display for all to see.
     Mine hidden away inside, pushed down into the depth of my soul.
           Saying sweet words to each other as if we'd somehow believe them.
                 Whispering the truth so quietly even we could barely hear it.
Now as the dawn comes closer I'm starting to realize... I want a relationship, and you don't know how to treat a girl as anything more than a fling.
R Aug 2014
This is what surviving looks like

falling apart
yet holding together
crumbling down
yet standing tall
R Aug 2014
Sometimes the bravest thing is to show up
and you, my darling,
have been so brave
showing up and saying that you believe
there will be better tomorrows ahead.

Sometimes the bravest thing is to fall apart
and you, my darling,
have been so brave
crying through the nights alone
yet fighting your fears every day.

Sometimes the bravest thing is to open your heart
and you, my darling,
have been so brave
smiling through your tears and hurt
still trusting in the One who made you.
R Aug 2014
Can you break a heart
that has never been whole?
Can you crush a soul
that is already torn?

But this is a beating heart;
this is a living soul.
There is so much left to unfold.
R Aug 2014
I know you are hurting,
hiding with your shame and sadness.
I know you are coming apart,
breaking under the weight of this life.
I know you are about to give up,
drowning beneath the pain and despair.

But hear now, dear one -
Lift up your face, lift up your eyes.
Lift up your soul, lift up your heart.

There is mercy greater than your sin and shame.
There is grace greater than any of your mistakes.
There is hope, there is rest.

So come as you are, broken and hopeless.
Come as you are, fragile and fractured.
Come find mercy and grace,
come find love greater than anything you are.
"Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits: who forgives all your iniquities, who heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from destruction, who crowns you with lovingkindness and tender mercies. The Lord is merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and abounding in mercy." (Psalm 103:2-4,8)
R Aug 2014
There is sadness buried in her heart,
broken dreams and frozen hopes
shattering a wounded soul.
But all she says is, there is still hope.

Because broken, frail and torn
is where God makes us anew,
and sometimes it takes darkness
for us to finally see the light.

Now there is laughter in her eyes,
joy in the way her mouth curves up in a smile,
a sparkle so bright
it leaves a trail of light after her.
R Jul 2014
I think of you
and I cry, even after all this time
because you stole pieces of me
and my heart will never be the same.

There are still days
it feels like I am learning to breathe
under water, the waves crashing over me
and I wonder,
if I will ever find my way out of the water.

But I have found so much better now —
His grace gently washing over my soul,
soft whispers of peace in the wind,
rays of light waking my heart,
and I hold on to hope.

So I still cry,
these broken tears shaking my heart
but it is only so that I can let go —
less of me, for more of Him.

Some days I wonder
if you are holding on to those pieces of me
or are you trying to forget them, too.
But I know,
God is turning my darkness into light
and I am better off now
than I was before.
Katy Owens Jul 2014
God,
I have been so self-centered
focused on me all day long
as if I'm God
as if my ways are right and just
Or, at least,
more important than anyone else's

As if,
I matter more
or my little world even
matters at all
You know, the one where
I'm on the throne and
You give me glory
That world doesn't exist,
but I pretend it does
I live like it does
so often,
too often

Live for my comfort,
live for my fame,
ruled by my "right" to
"my rights"
as if they existed, when really
I surrendered my rights
the moment I
surrendered to You

Yet
I'm trying to take them back
as if my will mattered
or my ways were
right and true
Righteousness
is from You alone
Self-righteousness, the burden
on my back, take
this burden away
The sin I carry

Lord,
I need you now
Direct my thoughts away
from me and my selfish ways
where I care more for
my comfort than
the people around me
Turn my face to You
Only there do I find rest
my peace is in You

And when my eyes are fixed
on the throne
Yours, not the one I
try to construct
Then justice rolls down
mercy will I see
love, an outpouring
of the Love that's been shown
to me
Grace will I give, for
You gave it to me

And my world will shrink
never more to be seen
consumed by your
all-consuming, gracious sea

Lord,
help me
help me be
like You
I've been reading through the book of Psalms in the Bible recently and realized, I'm essentially reading someone's journal. David's poems were the prayers, praises and petitions to the Lord he wrote down, now there for us to see. They are powerful because they are raw and real, deeply honest and vulnerable. They speak to where David was at in moments of doubt, hope, desire, joy, heartbreak, failure, brokenness. They speak to us because we can identify with them. We understand his words of peace, lying down in green pastures and beside quiet waters, finding refuge in a God who is ever-present in times of trouble. We can identify with the moments when David cries, "Lord, where are you? Why are you silent?" We all have moments of doubt. Moments when (if we are really honest) we wonder if God is even there, or if He is, if He actually cares. The trouble is, we often aren't willing to vocalize those fears and questions because we aren't comfortable with the vulnerability, or not always having it all together. This is why David's words resonate with so many people in different stages of life and places of faith. Because it's David speaking to God exactly what is on his heart. With all of that in mind, I want to share a prayer/poem I wrote down recently as I sought the Lord in my brokenness and wrongdoing.
Mike Valdez Jun 2014
I remember seeing her
for the first time
and I remember
telling myself that
we'll never be together.

I felt my stomach turn.
It must've been the butterflies
fluttering away
because they know that
they will not be useful
to a man filled
with hopelessness
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