There’s a certain
freedom
in being
untethered
(when your cell service is
suspended
due to late payments).
Off the grid
(I have thought about running away
many more times
as an adult
than I ever did
as a child.)
Untethered to social media
Who could ever find me
If I didn’t want to be found?
Off the grid
Published in Synergy: Poetry & Musings. Available on Amazon.
Broken heart
broken soul
broken spirit
broken mind
broken life: all torn apart…
Shattered dreams
shattered faith
shattered hopes
shattered trust
shattered life: falling apart at the seams…
Worship through it all
worship through the brokenness
worship through the shattered bits
worship through the tears
worship when you fall…
Praise though you feel torn
praise though you feel broken
praise though you feel shattered
praise though you’re falling apart
praise though you’re tired and worn…
He is near those that are of a broken heart
He will never leave you, nor forsake you
His strength is made perfect in your weakness
He will not put upon you more than you can bear
He heals the wounds of the broken-hearted.
Today
the sun
hides
behind pewter clouds
while angry winds
whip
verdant palm trees and
the heavens weep.
Tomorrow
cooler, halcyon winds will prevail,
embracing
earth scoured by a monsoon,
caressing
cheeks raised to welcome the returning sunlight,
whispering
playfully through our hair.
Pen and Keys 