Here are some more things I have written. These smaller writings come out of emotions I am experiencing, questioning I have or frustration, whatever. These simple ones flow out of that.

Silence

The silence from another is deafening
Doubting creeps in as silence continues
Things spoken are questioned as silence continues
Hope fades as silence continues
The silence from another seems deafening

Promises denied

You proclaim you are a man who keeps his promises.
By your denial of promises made are you saying only when it suits you?
In denial you have a way out and can still declare your proclamation.
Do you give even one thought to the one you deny promises made to?
Promises you deny making are wounding to one who truly cares.
Do you care about that or does that one really matter to you?
By your denial you are not the man you have convinced yourself to be.
What will you do in the face of these words, nothing or something?



The Storm of Loneliness

Loneliness has always been my constant companion. Mostly it is quiet and weaves throughout my inner being like a lazy river on a summer day. But at times it is a raging, foaming ocean at the height of a storm. It crescendos and crashes upon the shores within me. The truth is hard to keep a hold of when the loneliness is raging. It comes within my reach yet slips before I can grasp it just like trying to grasp a misty fog being burned off by the sun. Inside a room it fills every crevice and corner with its loudness. Yet outside it seems to rain all around me and stings as it touches my being. O Lord, I cry out deliver me from the pain of this loneliness. But because loneliness has always been a part of me there is no relief. So I will hold onto the truth knowing that this storm will recede, the crescendos will quiet and once again my loneliness will become like a lazy river on a summer day weaving slowly within me.