why does the river bed seem so inviting instead
of my bed with blankets sprawled around.
why can't the image leave my head of happiness
which i have not yet found.
clocks tick round and i walk yet
beneath the eaves of spring for more
and my hunger is not satisfied yet.
i waste the time watching
talking, but where is a hope?
sunlight waves through the trees hoping
to find a back to warm. my back shivers with delight
and i walk back inside. sounds surround me,
and i kneel, and i am quiet.

I am so confused I thought I knew what was true
But the beginning may come in sight and I will start there again
The birds you take care of oh Lord. What shall I fear then? Whom shall I fear?
My time will come. My time will come. I will follow You now. Give in, confess.
Where is the Light? Is it hiding now? The shadows surround me. Where is Truth?
Find me, o please find me.

Hey this is a writing page but it maybe so random you don't get it.. you may find out for yourselves

i sing to the Lord God, I sing. Angels surround Him, adore Him. What am I? But a poor soul am I. Nothing else. Never will be more until His love is all I see. In Heaven that may be... But a poor soul am I. What do I know of Your majesty? What do I know of You? I know nothing. But a poor soul am I. Your wonder abounds. Your peace surrounds my being in times of trouble. It is I who can choose to refuse it.
But a poor soul am I.

where are you tonight? traveling on the highway, going through the countryside. Saying goodnight perhaps? Looking at the stars. Mind traveling to heights or resting with peace. the moonlight sprinkles light onto the waters surface, and the fish go down to the deep for sleep. Lullaby lullaby they seem to say. A restless wanderer touches the water with a stick. A raccoon edges in for a drink. A man strums his guitar by the waters edge, hoping to play the pain away. I sit here and pray

tonight i miss you tonight i sit before the computer aimlessly typing my mind
away. What is love? love is eternal, from God and not man.
I wish to give but i struggle to find the words. I sigh and look at the crinkles of my knuckles
slowly drift into through thoughts and delay the unknown from others.