Pandora’ s Box

She had a box

She kept inside,

Of wishes,

dreams,

And magical things,

Of things she longed for

and things she thought

would never happen,

But she kept them anyway,

knowing them,

like a list on the back of her hand,

never really believing

That any would come true,

But hoping for them anyway.

-t.r.p.

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Trust Fall

It wasn’t that she trusted herself

To fly,

it was that she trusted

Him enough to fall into His arms,

knowing that regardless

Of how far she fell,

He would always catch her.

-t.r.p.

Same Mountains as You

Broken at His Feet

I wish I could take it all away

And bottle it up in jars of clay,

All the tears And all the pain,

Stored away on the top shelf,

Out of reach from human hands,

Or felt by human hearts,

But what these jars contain

Is much more than what we think,

And would be wasted If left sitting on the shelf,

We carry them with us,

We carry them in us,

Always for a higher purpose

Than what our teary eyes can see,

Broken before a King,

All the content falling apart Before

His feet.

-t.r.p.

In My Stillness

We fight the stillness,

Trying our hardest to avoid the darkness

And the quiet that it brings,

Because even when we’re screaming in our own minds

For someone to save us from

The crowds of people taking over,

The quiet still seems lonely.

If only I would learn to let you speak.

 

Not just in the moments when the storm is higher

Then I know what to do with,

Or when the walls are too slick

At rock bottom that I can’t pull myself up,

Or the times I feel so lonely,

Forgetting who to turn to when I can’t feel you there.

But, in the moments when I feel you sitting there,

So strongly, waiting,

I can’t help but be anything but still.

 

Even when my mountains crumble,

Yours stay strong,

Screaming their adoration without saying a word,

The ocean crashes against the walls you gave it,

Obeying sometimes more silently than me,

In my stillness I am learning,

I can see, that you do so much of this for me.

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From Where It Comes 

I scream at the mountains
Receiving nothing in reply,
I cry to the river
And it passes without comfort,
I shout to the stars
And they are silent to my plea,
I sit with the flowers
But their petals offer no advice,
I whisper His name
And He’s already there. 

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Take My Mind Back

Little Hands, Beautiful Minds

No time to put on shoes,

she ran,

from the kitchen with a handful of glasses to catch the rain,

back and forth she went,

till the cupboard was emptied of everything of use,

and the driveway was scattered with glasses half full,

tears came down her face

as she watched the raindrops hit the ground,

trying to smile she looked up at the sky,

begging it not to cry,

she couldn’t understand what had made it so upset.

“Honey, what’s the matter?”

“The sky is crying mommy, and I couldn’t catch it’s tears.”

“But that’s what the ground is for,

it catches all the tears that the clouds cry,

and it grows flowers to make the sky happy again.”

 

Just a little story for a rainy day…take of it what you will, hopefully it made you smile a little.

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Find the Music Where Most Don’t 

They sit there,

Their black silhouettes painting a picture

Against the morning sky,

Of silent music written in the power lines,

Patiently waiting for no one

To listen,

But the one who writes the melody,

Giving them a reason to sing.

-t.r.p.

I Can’t Trust Me

It’s like picking Rose petals,
Plucking promises I don’t know how to keep,
and trusting in all the wrong things.

Pick
Here take this,
Pluck
No I’ve got it,
Pick
it’s yours,
Pluck
I’ll just take care of this one,

It’s a never ending field of flowers,
You’d think I’d learn my lesson,
After all,
There’s just one flaw with my own logic,
All petals picked
By my own hand eventually die anyway.