Freedom to Believe

The truth lies to me
telling me things
that contradict what I see
reluctant freedom
hops away
searching for that new day
the promised one
which fills our hopes
the one in which gives us purpose
a reason to cope
with empty hands...
empty minds...
empty hearts...
we traverse this land
seeking that which is
already dead
It died in our empty hearts
empty minds
empty hands cannot hold
that which we hope
to fill our souls
look above, look within
then you may discover him.

This just suddenly came to me. I cannot describe sometimes how these poems form, it's just like my hands writes and when I'm done, I'm like... Wow. :) This is about the lost souls of our world, how we search every where for something to fulfill our lives and we neglect to look where we need to.
~T

God's Teasing Whispers

cupping a hand to my ear
I strain to listen
for the whispers I expect to hear
where have you gone!?
speak louder please
I need to know when to grab on
your silent whispers tease
is it my imagination?
or is it really you?
Yell! Don't wait for an invitation.
I really have no clue...
Give me a sign.
slap me in the face with it!
hold me close and show me
my heart can be blind to what's good for it
show me the way to be
please...

still waiting for my answers...
~T~

God

an unseen hand works from above
healing, creating, changing
filling us with His love
beauty in the tree, beauty in the life
even through blood stained, dirty tears
He pulls us through the strife
without Him, we would be none
with Him, we are loved
and praise His name til on Earth His work be done
and then to the Heavens we will storm
and bask in His Holy Glory
in His love, forever warm.

...no explanations needed....it's how I see and feel.
~T~