Black as Smoke

Black smoke is pouring out of a chimney, so thick yet pure.
I see this from my bedroom window and

think about the purity in black animals.
Their fur coat is pure, smooth, and thick as the darkness of night.
Yet these animals seem to be the most honest

in the emotions and reactions.
Black is the most honest color

because is shows all the faults and blemishes
in our spiritual self, through our fight with darkness.
Black is the color of honesty and trueness to oneself.

The Colors of Sunrise

Color so vibrant and new, never the same in any way. Red, yellow, purple and blue, are the colors that lay on earth. Light is neverending, not unlike our soul, everyday is new, and we will show are shades of color, we will be all the same but different. Oh how I wish we could all be sunrises so we could learn to show our true colors.

The Roses of Life

Soft, Elegant and Fragrant are the petal, but strong and coarse are the stems. We are not unlike the rose, that can produce beautiful fruit, we shine our souls to the world in hope of acceptance and appreciation. Though unlike the rose we can change how are inside will eventually show. By doing this it is painful and long lasting transformation that we will not what we seek are own desires and faults but what is shown to us through wisdom. And hopefully we turn out to be as beautiful as a rose.

Truth

A never ending search for the thing I long for the most. I know I will never find it but I will keep searching, just in case I am wrong. I seek but don't see the answers I need for peace. Faith in my findings is not truth but what you believe in maybe just that. TRUTH.

My Friend

She is there when I need her.
When I need to cry or scream.
When I just need a person to verify I exist.
Without her I would fall apart into a bunch of puzzle pieces.
I don't know where I would go if I ever lost this friendship.
Even though I cannot be with my friend, she is my hero.
I envy her smile, she always brightens my day.
Thank you for whomever is listening to my prayer.

Finding the Unknown

Swirling, chasing the unknown, she continues on her way. The destination will never end because she will search forever in the darkness. This will be her life for eternity unless someone finds her spinning in circles. I pray for her sake someone will lend her a light in the dark room, in her world. So if you read this please rescue that girl that is spinning in the darkness all alone , all she needs is just a small candle to see her way to the door, that will let her see the sunshine again.

The Crow

Black as night sky, yet blue as the deep depths of the ocean. The crow lives two separate lives, one in darkness, where he seems to fit. One in the light of the sun which shows its true colors, not like the camouflage of the night, where it can hide all of it scars. We are not unlike the crow, we seem to like the darker side of ourselves because it hides the imperfections of are lies, The sun shining on us is painful because we have no place to hide. As long as we are living we will be like the crow, who seems all alone, but also united in being a creation of God.

Darkness to Light

Darkness surrounds me. Where do I go in this pitiful darkness as black as ink?
It is endless in every way, no light in sight all alone and scared no place to turn.
Yet I can hear faint sounds in the distance, so far but yet so close.
I wonder if these sounds are inside me, down in a deep crevice of my soul,
Where the light is fading each and every moment.
I run and run and run in the direction not knowing what I will find,
Hoping and praying that the darkness will not overcome me.
With the strength of my fading hope I just run.
But the voices are just the same, so far, yet so close.
I just stopped and looked around nothing but darkness,
I needed help but no one was there,
They have all gone away into the land of light and beautiful sounds.
Those must be the sounds I was trying so desperately to hear.
So I sat down and thought for a moment or maybe it was years
but then I suddenly realized that no matter how far or how fast I ran I would never get there.
Searching is all I did for what seemed like years into the depths of my soul
I realized that I could not make it out of this dark place on my own.
So I did something I would not normally do I reached behind me to find my pack,
Which had the only light source I had ever owned, it was a book.
This book's light had grown dim as had my spirit and hope.
Though it was dim, it made me feel renewed just by holding it.
And I prayed like have never prayed before
suddenly there was a growling sound coming from the pit of my spirit.
This growling sound was trying to kill the last bit of hope I ever had.
But I just kept praying and as I was praying,
then suddenly I realized that the book was brighter and so was my soul then it had ever been before.
The sounds in the distance that I was hearing earlier were now songs of praise,
Which was almost hypnotically beautiful.
I noticed a man in the crowd as the light go brighter.
This man asked me to come to him, when I did my soul was bursting through skin,
I looked like an angel who had just gotten it wings.
He told me that he forgave me from the sin I lived in,
The sin of hopelessness and doubt that I would never see the light of day again.
So I cried and rested my head on the knee of the man who saved me as I feel fast asleep.

Sonlight

It can slice you as a blade upon flesh. It can steal your secrets that long to be hidden.Though the power of the Son is strong it can only enter into our souls by our decision to let it so. The crevice of our souls are filled deep in sin that it will be painful, but enjoyable at the same time; to have that gap filled into the gaping hole, in the heart of every man. Once the sonlight enters the soul the pain will eventually disappear into nothing because the sonlight will take you as close as it possibly can into its presence.