Sunday, February 24, 2013

I Don't Want To Grow Up

 I Don't Want To Grow Up

I don't want to grow up on the inside -
Not ever.

I don't want to stop dreaming
Because I care so much what others think
And I must follow them.
I don't want to push my dreams into a corner
And strive for level ground
Because that's what some are doing.
I don't want to leave my goals
To die in the dust
Just because the world won't support them.
I don't want to grow out of dreaming -
High, bright, full of wonder -
The type of dreaming that makes my heart soar,
Wrapped in the knowledge
God is guiding me.

I don't want to stop caring
Because I've put everyone in categorized bubbles
And they don't matter anymore.
I don't want to see someone crying
And hurry away
Because I don't have time.
I don't want to look at people
And only wonder what they'll give me,
How they'll help me forward,
And if they are worth my time.
I don't want to grow out of caring-
Deeply, truly caring -
The type of caring that makes me cry
Though I don't know their name,
Or fully understand their hurt.

I don't want to stop playing
Because there are better things to do
And they must come first.
I don't want to despise twirling in the thunder storm
And stop marveling
In the beauty of the lightening that flashes across the sky.
I don't want to grow out of laughing -
Genuinely, fully, without thought of those around -
The type of laughing that others don't have to understand
But secretly wish they weren't afraid
To share in too.

I don't want to stop hoping
Because all I see is the practical side of it
And everything is black or white.
I don't want to stand so solidly in my ways
That all others are wrong
Since I am so right.
I don't want to grow out of hoping -
Trusting, watching, believing that God has good things ahead -
The type of hoping that buoys my soul
Into leaping to actions of faith
And grasping God's promises.

I don't want to stop living with wonder
Because I let it be drained away
And life is now only routine.
I don't want to release these bits of life
In favor of being mature
And unknowingly become cynical.
I don't want to grow out of looking in wonder -
Dancing, knowing, touching the gloriousness of being alive -
The type of wonderment that makes me treasure moments,
Holding fast to the knowledge,
That life is beautiful in Christ.

I don't want to grow up on the inside -
Not ever.


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Monday, February 4, 2013

Within The Ache

Within The Ache 2/4/13

Silence darkly leering,
Black beneath the pain.
Hope is in tomorrow,
But I can't see past the rain.

Blackness sharply doubting,
Stabs into the ache.
You are ever reaching,
But I can't see past the fake.

Fearsome deathly slashing,
Red as killer's blade.
I try to ward the monster,
But the fire will not fade.

Twisted single sorrow,
Small as written line.
I feel my heart is breaking,
But I trust that You are mine.

Whispers hurtful calling,
Cold within the air.
I can't see past the darkness,
But I know that You are there.

Quiet steady roaring,
Blood beneath the knife.
Things feel so uncertain,
But I trust You hold my life.
Copyright © 2012 Ophelia M. Flowers