Not sure what that is,
I used to know
It was where I grew up
But as I grew old
I think it became more of where I wanted to be
And now that could be anywhere
The world is a big place ready to explore
So where is home?
In your heart I think
In your soul maybe
And where you find your tribe perhaps
That’s home I think
And I think
We all have a home
We just have to find it
And our heart will kno...
Where would I start?
Such a strong sense
Belonging means a lot
That’s why young men join gangs, to belong
Women join prayer groups, to belong
It adds to your identity,
Or does it take away?
I’m not sure
Do you merge with those around you?
Or do you somehow strengthen what’s within you
People in numbers
A tribe if you will
Are you sacrificing individuality
Or are you strengthening your personali...
Rediscovery is a beautiful thing,
Seeing something once does not mean you really saw,
You can see something a hundred times,
But if you look closer each time,
If you have a different perspective each time,
If you are at a different place in your life each time,
If you are in a different mood even,
I bet you will see something new or deeper or more profound,
We don’t always need new experiences,
W...
It looked out of place I thought for a moment,
And I wondered why was it there?
Then thought how it actually makes perfect sense,
Now that I see it so clear.
The ocean makes music, Sweet to the ear,
It sways and it dances with the wind and the sand,
It rolls and it twists to make sounds and rhythms,
And plays with the rocks and turtles and fishes.
If I could define the sound of the ocean to some...
What giant stands in my midst,
Grande in stature I feel so small.
Yet, I feel peace when I feel small,
How can that be?
It’s like it covers my insignificance with its power and then, I also feel power
Shouldn’t I feel nervous, unimportant, invisible?
No, somehow, the majesty and grandness of something so unmovable,
Gives a sense of security and peace, and rest for my soul.
The mountain, ancient, a...
You must look up to me,
Yet my feet are on the ground,
You must pet me,
Yet not all of me at once,
You must call me over,
I will come to you,
You must feed me,
I like it when you do.
I am gentle and quiet,
Not a sound I do make,
I can run like the wind
I can bend like a snake
I can make children smile with a twist and a turn
I can make adults laugh with my animal charm
I love open fields
I lo...
A series of unfortunate events that lead to a positive outcome,
sounds like,
“all things work together for the good of those who Love Him.”
Even the unfortunate events in life,
will come together for the good
if we allow the process to run its course
And unfold in life as it should
So here’s a little poem for you
to tuck away inside your heart
When a series of unfortunate events occur
Thi...
I never thought I could be washed white as snow.
Snow is pretty white after all, and I feel pretty grey.
This life has thrown its share of dust and mud in my face,
And yet here I stand, polished up without spot or wrinkle,
How can this be?
A bride you say, in this dustbowl of life,
The one lifted out of the miry clay
The one washed and cleansed from darkness, shame
from the muck and the more tha...
If I asked for a drink would you give it to me?
How about food would you share it?
A smile or a laugh is that something you give?
Has that as much value as a tangible gift?
How bout a hug for a weary soul
Or some rest for the worn and torn of this world.
Do you know what I need if I do not ask?
It might look like one thing, yet I wear a mask,
That thing, sometimes may be hidden from you
Right in p...