Shakespeare said it best....

... In that absence makes the heart grow fonder. In my time away (months, I'm sorry!), I've come to appreciate the time I had before to devote to this blog. I miss writing poetry so much and I find myself writing a line or two here and there but I can't find the time to make anything out of them.

I'm sorry I've been gone. Life happens, however, and some things fall by the wayside.

Thanks for sticking around, coming back or joining me for the first time.

I'll try to visit more and post new stuff along with the old.

Happy writing!

(Truth)

Hollows of my heart; 

Neverhwere echoes in my thoughts. 
Wishing to be not-here. 
I want to be with you always. 
When you're not here 
I know you've forgotten me. 
No one needs 
(wants) 
Baggage like me. 
Who am I to think 
you love 
(want) me? 
When what you really want 
(need) 
is everything I'm not. 
You want it all ... 
without the work 
(pain) 
of caring for someone ... 
(me) ...
c. 2000

Note: This was written for SM. He appreciated it more than anyone ever appreciated my poetry. He's now happily married and he and his wife are so great together! This is not one of my favorites, but it was definitely a new technique with the parentheses. I like the idea so perhaps I'll play with it again soon.

The Day Jesus Died

I kneel below Him. 
His blood drips down like tears. 
His crown of thorns 
sharply brings Him pain. 
He has refrained from crying thus far ... 
but as He yells out: 
"My God, My God, why have you forsaken Me?!" 
He cries out of fear 
and loneliness and pain. 
Hurting He looks down at me; 
and for a moment, 
before God takes back His only Son, 
I see in Him myself: 
My insecurities, my failures 
my lack of self respect. 
We are one and the same; 
God made me, God made Him, 
we are family. 
His head sags at last and in anguish, I cry: 
"No! ... Come back! I FINALLY UNDERSTAND!"
(c. 2000)

Note: This was written after Adoration during a youth group retreat in high school. It was one of the most memorable and moving experiences of my life. If you don't know what Adoration is, here's a crash course. A priest brings the Body of Christ into the room in a monstrance (a large cross with a wafer (the blessed Body of Christ)) in a clear center. The process of Adoration is personal. You pray and worship in your own way. Eventually (usually after a set length of time) the priest will come and collect it and put it away. Also, the priest doesn't touch the monstrance with his hands, he uses a cloth. I don't know all the exact terminology so if I've gotten something wrong, please feel free to correct me.