Poetry and Song: Too Noisy Busy (Clock-in)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Too Noisy Busy (Clock-in)

I’ll tell you a secret

That everyone knows

My heart beats too fast

Infinity slows

When

We

Clock-in to

Stop.

 

Shhhhhhhh

 

I might hear a secret

That I don’t yet know

My heart might be singing

A melody low

If

I

Tap-in to

The beat.

 

Shhhhhhhhh

 

But it’s too noisy, rowdy.

It is too busy; they’re all screamin’

If I’d just check-in to rehab

If all humanity stopped.

If I just stilled to be silent

What would I hear?

 

Shhhhhhhhhh

 

I’d hear Him.

 

Here is His. Here He was. He will probably be tomorrow.

But right now I’m going to go real slow

To listen to Him and me

To hear what I hear

and make sense of anything

To hear what I hear . . .

 

But it’s too noisy, rowdy.

It is too busy; they’re all screamin’

If I’d just check-in to rehab

If all humanity stopped.

If I just stilled to be silent

What would I hear?

I’d hear Him.

 

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A Song: On The Day it Feels Like Your World is Falling Apart

A Song: Grander

A Song: On The Day it Feels Like Your World is Falling Apart

There has been a lot happening in my life and in the lives of those I love.

I am not one of those people who doesn’t feel, despite that I try to look at things logically.

Considering, sometimes I feel so much I expect I will explode.

Feelings are like that sometimes.

But I don’t.

I don’t explode.

I sing (at least internally).

On the day it feels like your world is falling apart:

It is no different than the apple falling from the tree.

It’s the crisp fall day where the sky sparkles brilliantly.

But there it is, in truth be told-

A sorrow that feels deeper than your very soul.

 

In the linings of these organs lays,

The pulse of life, of breathe, and of hope at bay.

Tempered to release and be set breaking forth-

But that’s all ushered aside ’till your heartbreaking’s morphed                                                                                                                                                      

On the day 

On the day

On the day your world comes apart.

On the day 

On the day

Yes, that day when your knit apart-

It’s all new.

 

You drag your feet as they tread the ground.

The surface is the same, with the world still spinning ’round.

But you see below what others still don’t know-

That it’ll never be the same so then your feelings flow.

 

On the day
On the day
On the day when your world falls apart.
On the day
On the day
On the day when your knit apart-
It’s new.
It’s change. 
It’s new,
And its okay.
It’s just change.

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A Song: Grander

A Song: Grander

Sometimes when I can’t express or feel or think, I write songs/poetry. Actually, although some of my music sucks, I’ve been told some of it is good.  Regardless, it is probably my ultimate best way of dealing with life and coming closer to God.

 

Even though in recent years I tend to avoid it. But sometimes it still just falls out of me.

 

Like this did today in a matter of a couple minutes. During my alone time I was praying and trying to process this past week, but I couldn’t make my tangled emotions come out when it came to my prayers for a heartbreaking situation and about what has transpired in this week. So, instead this became my prayer for myself, some hurt friends, and just all of us.

 

Because God is still bigger; He is in-charge.  He can heal every wound, cover every sin, right every wrong, and fill every void.

 

I don’t usually share my music because, well, that requires vulnerability and I don’t think people are really that interested. But I decided I should probably share this. I hope in some, even if little way, it blesses those it was written for.  It is dedicated to some good friends whom a part of me wishes  can adopt it into their own song/prayer.

 

I’ll always love them.

 

Grander

 

You are bigger than I could ever imagine.

You are wider than the deepest sea.

You are longer than the tallest mountain.

And one thing’s for sure, is that you are so much bigger than me.

 

When my world is small you are so much grander!

When my spark is small you’re the roaring sun’s fame.

When I can’t think ‘cuz my thoughts are swirling,

You hold back my rushing seas.

 

I think your light is always on me-

You’re in those times I can barely see.

If my smile is exhausted, you cradle cradle me.

Ya, you cradle cradle me.

Oh, cradle, holding me!

 

When my world is small you are so much grander!

When my spark is small you’re the roaring sun’s flame.

When I can’t breathe ‘cuz the pain is blinding,

You bend and mend in me.