Candidly
the candles burned down low
time seemed to flow
far too fast.
Awesomely
I crashed and burned
the tables turned
and the dreams changed
into nightmares…
without a care
the walls caved in
exposing my sin
and I was left
with nothing.
How can these
heartaches
mend again?
How can shattered
pieces
be glued back
together?
The cracks will still
show
when the light
is right
but candidly
these candles burn
too low.
Painfully
the seas all
capsize my memories
my logic flees
and all that’s
left is
second hand sympathies.
Why can you see
when blindness
takes the heart of me
when the pain
is more to me
than just a heartache?
Is there freedom
inside?
Some place to
hide?
I’m waiting for
these storms to
subside
maybe
maybe
one day…
but not today…it’s my shipwreck!
Pastor's Ponderings 
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