While on Campus

While on Campus

I was walking about

Minding my own business

Staring down at me feet

As Usual

(As most of us humans often do)

Unaware

Of the beauty

That surrounded me

While on campus

That day

I realized

I had been

Missing

Oh so much Beauty

The nature

The paths 

The love

The aspiring

All I needed

Was

To look up

And 

When I did

That day

While on campus

I saw the happiest

Little creature that I

Had ever seen.

A Robin

Chirping and Hopping

Around the grass

A stick in its beak

Only to drop the stick

Periodically

To chirp 

A note of joy

That small chirp 

Reached my ears 

And 

Drew a smile upon

These Lips

The Robin

Right then

Was the happiest 

Creature

Known

To this human

This Human received joy

From the chirp

Of a red breasted bird

I wonder how much

JOY

I can receive 

If I

Would just look up 

more often

And LISTEN more often.

Father 

Shut these lips

Of mine

With a Smile

And 

Open my ears

To your creative beauty

Once again.

Thank You.

Irrational Eyes?

Ponds.

Of thought.

To ponder.

"It is not uncommon for skeptics to suppose that Christians are irrational for believing in a God that they cannot see.

In reality,

it is irrational for such skeptics to suppose that what cannot be seen does not exist."

-Hank Hanegraaf-

 Things not seen.

But considered true and real.

Some typical arguments.

Some not so much I would assume.

Gravity,

Wind,

Cold,

Hot,

Love,

Mathematical Truths,

Etc.

All unseen.

But felt.

And.

Affected by.

“Oh,

but I’m so small 

I can barely be seen… 

how can this great love

be inside of me?
Look at your eyes…. 

they’re small 

in size, 

but they see 

enormous things."

-MeWithoutYou-

God is Love and Love is Real!

My Bed

The Bed.

Today.

It was.

My sanctuary.

It is the place.

Where I can hide.

Even.

From myself.

My disgusting self.

My selfish self.

My careless self.

When in bed.

I feel free.

To not.

Just not.

Nothing more than not.

Nothing less than not.

When in bed.

Cares are pressed between mattresses.

Worries are above blankets.

Responsibilities become nightmares.

I did not want to leave.

The bed.

This morning.

For that very reason.

Out of bed.

I become aware.

Once upon my two feet.

I know where.

I've been.

And.

Where I'm going. 

Once out of it.

I realize what I said.

The day prior.

I realize.

What I did.

The day behind me.

To the very one.

I love.

Why?

Why do I do this?

Disgusted.

In me.

I'll just go to bed.

Where I'm free.

To escape me.

Where I allow.

Myself.

Not to think.

Of anything.

But.

Only on my bed.

Does this happen.

It's time for sleep.

Please forgive me.

For the days.

When I'm on my two feet.

And.

I still act.

Like I'm in.

My bed.

Yes.

Please.

Forgive me.

The Shallowness Which is My Grave

Shallow.

This I am.

It consumes me.

My shallowness.

I justify it.

With truth.

Only for justification.

That's not the real reason.

I'm disgusted.

By "it"

The images.

That make me.

Shallow.

And by

My shallowness.

How do I live.

With myself.

Like this.

Judging.

Correcting.

Justifying.

Though true.

Do I act upon it?

The truth.

What does that.

Even.

Look like.

Someone.

Anyone.

That man.

That woman.

That old lady.

Down the road.

Please explain.

How do I convey.

My shallow truth.

To the one.

I love.

Or.

Should I.

Say nothing.

At all?

This shallowness.

Is as deep.

As the grave.

That I have dug.

Myself into.

Yes I know dear.

But.

But..

But...

But....

But.....

Nevermind.

I'll just love you.

Whatever lack of shallowness.

That may be.

For you.