Deafness

by: Julie-Anne Wideman

I am going crazy!
Some say I am already there
Craziness is fun
But only when I am in control

It constantly seems like I don’t have any control lately
I want it back
But do I really need it?

Confusing messages
My head says what I want to do in an audible voice
My body loudly tells me what would be healthy
Yet it is my heart that screams
in a still small voice what I really need

It is my heart I have trouble hearing

Words Undone, Actions Not Spoken

by: Wesley Hague

Why do I believe the lies
that says my life is more worthless than flies?
Why do I listen to the words
that bite, and hurt, and drive in herds?

What we people simply do not see
is how easily it is to hurt you and me.
Sometimes it is not what they do or say
but what they don’t that hurts this way.

We can build or we can destroy,
through words of silence someone’s joy.
An offer not taken or simply ignored
a hurt heart is that reward.

Beyond the struggle and the pain
the light of hope is ours to gain.
Forgiveness helps put loss at past
and our lives for God will we last.

WORDS

by: Julie-Anne Wideman

Words. Running around my mind
Bouncing around so much I can't make sense of them
Some connect and make thoughts
Some collide and destroy the thoughts

Can't focus. Where am I supposed to be?
Here or there?
Everywhere it seems

Someone is pulling in this direction
Commitments drag me in the other way
Where do I go?
Can't I stay here?

Words going everywhere
Some random, some not
DESERT, FAILURE
CONFUSION, SKY

Where are they?
Where are those words I need?
. . . ..
Wait! I see them.
But they’re out of my reach

Then He hands them to me and all makes sense
PEACE, COMFORT, GUIDANCE

Iron and Steel

by: Wesley Hague

Iron on Iron, and steel to steel.
Each day I go, this fight seems real.
To wake, to live, to yearn, to thrive
I stand to question whether I'm alive
Who am I? or what could I be?
Is there more of me than I cannot see?

A chance, a flaw, I've missed the mark.
At times, things around feel so dark.
To return, to stand, to grown, to learn
A chance again, all I want to earn
On feet I stand, once again I shall try
until on my backside, again I lie.

Today is good, that path seems brighter
The load I carry, today seems lighter.
To laugh, to sing, to dance, to cheer
Times like this, I wait many a year.
Between the awful dark and the bright light
I walk daily as I fight this good fight.

Iron on Iron and steel to steel
Each day I go, this fight seems real.