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Poem: “Following the Cracks”

Following the line of life

Trying to make my way

It looks like a crack in an old sidewalk

Turning jagged every which way

I hold my breath sometimes

Sometimes I gotta jump

Sometimes I’m really sore

Sometimes I’m just too tired

But each day rises

And I head out again

Following the path of my life

Waiting for the end

Michael Timothy Smith

9/25/2024

[whisperbehindthelight]

Poem: “Position of the Heart”

Oh I am fulfilled

Complete to my core

A warmth wraps my soul

There is nothing else to complete me

I radiate like the sun

Though i give my all, am remain full

My source of nourishment is my radiance

Only ending when I close my arms

If I look out, all can be found

If I look in, the light is never found

With closed arms I am unfulfilled

With open arms I never want

The more I give the more I have

The more I have the happier I am

The more I hold the more I need

The more I need the less I am satisfied

11/4/2024

Michael Timothy Smith

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Poem: “The Road of Death”

I walk this old gravel road

Looking to my right and left I see great horror

The dead line the road

The stench is so unbearable

The sun beats down and intensifies the decay

The screams of pain echo in my ears

My eyes want to hide from the vision of filth

My hands wish to recoil from the rot all around

Occasionally the perfume of sweet flowers swirl in my nostrils

The joy of laughter soothes my ears

The bounty of joy brings tears to my ears

How I long to swaddle and hold this beauty

Alas love appears so briefly and rarely

It’s beauty so rarely manifests

The soil is cracked as if with canyons from the lack of its life giving waters

Missed opportunities create a pit in my soul

10/20/2024

Michael Timothy Smith

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Poem: “Looking At my Hands”

I look at my hands

How they speak to my soul

Today they are so filthy

I can barely see my skin

Yesterday they stayed clean all day

Flawless and prepared for anything

Shining in the noonday sun

Not a mark upon them

Today I feel so weary

My work has drained me whole

Spent to utter nothing

There is no where I want to go

Yesterday I was restless

At it’s evening I could not sleep

Anxiety ruled my mind

In my dark recesses I wished to weep

It is easy to stay clean

It is easy to keep a day void of accomplishment

It is easy to be nothing

It is easy to be blown away like sand

It is hard to fight in the world

It is hard to carry on and through

It is hard to be something

But it is glorious and rewarding too

2 Tm 4:10-17b

10/18/2024

Michael Timothy Smith

[whisperbehindthelight]

Poem: “Wanting to Shine”

Designed before the beginning of time?

How can I conceive this thought?

I know that I have today

And in this way I want to shine

Designed for love and to bring it in

How can I when my heart is broken?

I know that I have your help

And in this way I want to shine

Designed for hope and what lies in store

When the walls are falling what do I do?

I know that tomorrow will come

And in it I hope to shine

Designed for joy, dancing and laughing

Even when everyone is watching?

I know I decide what I focus on

And in it may my joy shine

EPH 1:1-10

10/17/2024

Michael Timothy Smith

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Poem: “Longing For Peace”

How I long for peace

I search the far reaches

Yet it alludes me

Am I blind?

Is peace before my face?

Is it’s solace within my grasp?

If I am blind, why?

What am I holding before my eyes?

What is in my hands?

To let go is to see

The burdens I carry are stacked in front of my face

I may even trip over peace and curse it’s presence

What can I let go of?

Where is my heart?

How long will this journey of the mind endure?

GAL 5:18-25

10/16/2024

Michael Timothy Smith

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Poem: “Oh My Little Box”

Oh my little box

It is where I reside

It is small and comfy

It’s warm and cozy, sometimes too much

Oh my little box

I remember when it was bigger

I had room to run and play

But now I am older, maybe wiser

Oh my little box

It’s filled to the brim you see

Oh I am so lucky

It’s just a little cramped anymore

Oh my little box

Some say it could be bigger

That I get and hold too much

Without it all I’d have more room

Oh my little box

I can’t give it all away

It’s all mine I tell you

I’ve been collecting for so long

10/15/2024

Michael Timothy Smith

[whisperbehindthelight]

Poem: “Oh the Sun”

I turned away from the sun

I hid from it’s light

I thought I knew where I was going

I thought I had all the answers

I turned away from the sun

It was bright and I did not care for it

It was hot and made me sweat

I longed for the cool of the night and the shadows

I turned away from the sun

I hid from the light and the warmth

I stumbled and fell, injuring myself

I was cold and huddled in the corner

I went looking for the sun

Maybe I could get back what I once had

But I forgot where it dwelt

I had run so far away

I went looking for the sun

I saw a small light off in the distance

It is now my guiding star

Soon will I be back again?

10/14/2024

Michael Timothy Smith