May it not be numbers of accomplishments
--of other milestones such as these
that inspire me
to my life's end.
Instead, let it be the desire,
the yearning inside
to draw near to You
to know You
to become more like You.
It is not by the ways of this world
that my standards are set:
but by You.

From across the room
I stare
at the tainted image
of my face.
Me, imperfect.
The marks I set,
I do not reach
In my quest for perfection.
You see a perfect me.
Flawlessness in my flaws.
In blemish of soul and skin
you see
exquisite uniqueness
Perfectly me.

softly you sweet words
steal into my ear
I rest my head upon your chest
the rise
and fall
of your breast
to the beat
of your heart
resonates
in me
Our hands
entwined
warm mine
and our spirits melt into one.
Little things
like love.

It is time--
for me to become
who You've called me to be,
to accept the tasks and the trials
to take up my life
and go
wherevere You will.
It is time--
to change lives
and do mighty works.
Use me as your vessel--
for you shall be seen through me
in whatever I do.
Make me to be
a more perfect servant unto You.
It is time--
to make possible
worldly imposibilities
through my faith.

There once was a fella named Chris
Who had the sweet love of a miss.
But Chris was quite young,
And had a pierced tongue
Tho he thounded a lot like thith.

Car crash
backlash
black and blue bruises
litter clutters the land
daisies dazzle in the field
my poor tootsies toasted
by the sun scorched sand

Alliteration, the conglomeration
of like sounds
that resound
around one's tongue
like the wind blowing a pinwheel
in the sun,
adds spice to life and
writing alike.

Intoxicating--
this feeling of newness
that arises in me
when I'm around
you--
with your eyes
looking straight
through me
as if my innermost thoughts
were locked
inside
a glass chest--
where my heart was
before you touched my hand
and gave me
butterflies,
now I wear it on my sleeve
for the whole world to see
me, intoxicated by newness,
and my butterflies,
bred from your touch
and you, by me walking
hand in hand.