Monday, March 21, 2011


by words that soon 
won't mean anything to me.
by new obsessions
most likely soon to be
just another of my past
regrets, and maybe
I don't know why my
childhood flies by so fast,
but I realize that without
a learning hump or 
two, or three,
I really wouldn't be me,
by now.

Far away,
I dream of who
I'll always be in my mind's eyes.
Far away,
with lost possessions
I thought I'd hold forever onto
but I guess that,
and I think that
you'll see too,
that we're never always
who we once were,
and we'll never 
be who we want to be
right now. 


  1. Ah, this is one of my favorites of yours. Beautifully done, my dear!

  2. really? Thanks! It is a frustrating thing to be distracted from the glory and goodness of God. Sometimes it's something that's hard to help feeling, but other times it's because I'm lazy and I lose focus. It helps to write poetry about it -- it makes me think more clearly. :)

  3. This is soooo on point for last night!! I wish you had thought of it earlier so we could have read it during small group. Reading something like this feels kind of like having someone smack you around, snatch your wooden sword and plastic shield out of your hands and ultimately leg-sweep you onto your back...but in a good way ;o) Because then you realize that it was exactly what you needed to be put in your place. Love this so much!

  4. Thanks! When I wrote it, it was definitely what I was feeling, but I didn't think it was very good. I'm glad you liked it. :)