Heart of Glass




Where are the cracks in your heart of glass

your failures and your flaws?

I'm only able to love what you show me

not what's behind those walls

Do you see this love for what it is

or as only gold for fools?

Do you think that showing brokenness

would be breaking all the rules?

But how can we love a perfect mask

when we know it hides a soul,

A heart with cracks and beautiful scars

that is worth the love and gold?

~ olivia jane

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Failure is Easier

15/08/16 - #laterblogpost

As I journey through failure...

I get the chance to reach out and consider someone, but I miss it completely because I make assumptions and get caught up in my own self.

I failed to consider and love someone.

I jack up at the smallest detail that shouldn't be an issue and decide to clam up the rest of the night and internally scold myself.

I failed again by irrationally overreacting.

Situations escalate to the point of ridiculous. I could have done something about it. But I didn't. So the Word spoken at the dinner table, then gets taken and beat against my head, leaving me black and blue with another failure.

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Through Fog


inspired by the sunlight 
that filtered through the fog 
to reach my eyes 
this precious morning


~

sunlight streams in
through my watery windows
I pour out my struggle
in watery tears

thunderclouds gather
above my teardrops
I see the reflections
of watery fears

straining to fall
through the fog to see
the fire of love
in the dead of the night

stumbling to seek
for something more
my humanness tries
to put up a fight

let your spirit be
the light on my path
for I know nought above
the ground where I stand

I cannot run blind
not pursuing your fire
I won't fight the dark
til you take my hand

~

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How Would It Be?

~

How strange it would be
That a shadow should not follow
How odd would it be
That a mirror not reflect

How wrong it would be
If a tree were not to grow
How sad would it be
To lose a man's respect

How strange it would be
That God should free a slave
How odd would it be
A rejection from His prize

How wrong it would be
To refuse the Hand that saves
How sad would it be
To stay a devil in His eyes

~

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Beneath the Ocean

Sometimes when it's hard to keep on going without answers, doubt is that rip in the ocean that tries to drag you down & out, to tear your eyes from Jesus to look at your fate in the waves of despair... 
but Jesus doesn't leave you there to drown beneath the ocean - He grabs your hand, and He says, "Why did you doubt?"

~

What lies beneath the ocean?
It's a mystery to me;
If I live beneath the ocean,
is there air enough to breathe?

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Open Your Eyes

~

Open your eyes.

Oh, you were looking down at yourself, sorry, I thought your eyes were closed.

Can you not see those around you?

Look into their eyes. Eyes are windows to the soul, I am told. I love to look into people's eyes: what life have they seen and observed as it's flashed before them!

May I try on your spectacles? Will you show me the way you see the world around you? 

I really want to know.

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Memories

So I wrote a poem yonks ago with around about 690 words, but because of the length, I think it's more typically called an "epic" rather than a poem. 
I know that there is so much more I could add to it, edit, reword,... but I think it would go on forever if I did that, so I will leave it as it is.


~

The Memories


the memories of laughter

of life and of death

the memories of sadness

and shortness of breath

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Sacrificial Love


-

What is love without sacrifice?



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Whose Hands

-

My hands tremble

Upward and open

Shaking the stillness

Beneath the ocean

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Holy is the Lord

"Holy is the Lord..."

Those four words are so humbling.

"And the Levites who were musicians - Asaph, Heman, Jeduthun, and all their songs and brothers - were dressed in fine linen robes and stood at the east side of the altar playing cymbals, lyres, and harps. They were joined by 120 priests who were playing trumpets. The trumpeters and singers performed together in unison to praise and give thanks to the Lord. 
Accompanied by trumpets, cymbals, and other instruments, they raise their voices and praised the Lord with these words:
"He is good! His faithful love endures forever!"
At that moment a thick cloud filled the Temple of the Lord. The priests could not continue their service because of the cloud, for the glorious presence of the Lord filled the Temple of God."
- 2 Chronicles 5:12-14 NLT

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Hearts

It has been awhile...

--


I have been given so many hearts

How can I hold them?
With what do I mold them?

With love, and love alone.

I have been given so many hearts

How can I love them?
What if I break them?

What if I break my own?

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