About Poetry Pathway

Don’t smear the mirror Because you don’t like what you see. A vision refracted Is still a partial depiction

I was a seed Planted among the reeds, Without belief of the storm, But then

Footprints are fine As traces of time, Traversed paths, And Rhythms defined. But do they convey A life on display?

Celebrate anyway When life is undefined When doubt creeps into the mind, And hope yearns, There is cause to smile. Even defeat shall for me,

You want to look back… Romanticize the lies With lofty notions of satisfaction Though, You were completely lacking.

Is it still Such an obscenity To declare that I’m Going where the wind May take me? Isn’t it how it goes for the seed?

Holding on by a thread Isn’t so grim When you consider Who may be holding the string. If the hem of heaven Is on the other end,

Ever the wonder is the Non-evergreen tree: What compels it to remain When shell is stripped away?

Don’t attribute change to the devil when God is always in control. A kiss from Judas certainly pierces the heart, but God’s love saves!

Futile is the effort When you build your castle Upon shifting sand. Like time, It displaces between your fingers, Slips away.

The words in our perception Affect our perceivable projection. Choose to view this optimistically; Your confusion is proof of My sovereignty

You don’t have to smell the roses, You can stop to smell the weeds. In this world of calamity, There’s beauty in the least of things

Don’t diminish the image Of God who shows signs in Your life;

So rise! He’s out of the grave! Rise from the bulb to glory- you are saved! Your roots are like the cedar of Lebanon; Your Lilly thrives tow

Grasshoppers aren’t meant to fly, Yet they do- Catapulted forward, they leap like a rocket to the 25 centimeter sky

Stop circling the mountain as the unfaithful When you know He who created the able!

Looking in- Your life’s much more, And your troubles, more thin.

God loves me In an intensity Unknown to man, With compassion More than able to withstand The unsearchable extent of his loving hand. He

The magnitude of my gratitude Is almost overwhelming: A jittery jubilee wherein

Upright in heart, Draw strength from the wells of salvation, From the wellness overflowing from Him: