Maybe

Poetry

In some ways, I’m covered in my shame

In others, I sit comfortably in it

I’m beautiful and ugly

Holy and a wreck

I have grand visions

To heal the world

Yet, I stand still

Unable to take even the smallest step

I get filled up with love

Then act out on fear

I’m lead to a grand vision of faith

Yet find myself back here

Each day, in little ways

Maybe the tiniest movement will do

Choosing to do things different

Moving me closer to You

Where Do you Run?

Poetry

Where do you run when your heart is searching?

I’ve looked to friends

Looked to family

Looked to religion

Looked to destiny

I’ve played nice

I’ve taken revenge

I’ve taught peace and love

I’ve found my zen

They all lead me back 

To the same dead end

In my heart, in my mind

When I give things to You

You change them

You change me

And You become the only One

I ever want to run to 

Again