I wrote about feeling isolated and alone at times in my last two articles. Often an easy way for me to be able to commune with God and vent has either been through poetry or writing. It has been a while since I have been able to sit down and write a story. But poetry has been a blessing. It is an easy way to empart feeling and emotion in just a few lines. So here are a few poems I recently wrote.

Home

What is a home?

A building?

A group of people?

What is it?

I think it is different for every person

Some find it in a building

Some while traveling

Some with people

It is a never-ending question that not one person can specifically answer

Society may try to but it is impossible,

I for example will never call any building home

For me it is more the people,

But then again it is not,

I find my confidence in God and him alone,

He is my home

He is my strength,

It is only in him that I can really stand

The Smaller Path

We are weak and weary

We want to take the smooth path

That which is straight and unbending,

Yet you call us to a life of devotion,

A life humbled and surrendered to you,

It may be winding path,

That seems as if,

It will never end,

But in all we must remain faithful,

We may be angry at you,

Feel alone,

But you are forever at our side

Forever guiding us through life,

We need not fear anything,

For you are here with us, by our side

It is you we find our strength in.

My Lord

None is greater than he,

I bow before him,

I may stow bitterness,

But I truly understand that,

He is there for me,

The day he will return,

Is not when every nation,

But every tongue,

And not even so,

he will come when every man,

Has heard his name.

A Boy

Once there was a boy,

He wondered

Yearned for companionship,

It took him,

Years to notice,

That for him,

Through thick and thin,

One had been by his side,

It was not a friend,

Or man,

But it was the lord,

Even once he did know this

He always needed constant reminder,

God had always been by his side,

God had always been by his side,

Every time he faltered,

He would have to be reminded,

In his darkest,

In his most Joyous,

In his loneliest,

In his most social times,

God was their though it all,

He needed to always humble himself before God,