I have always always tried my best and succeeded in using positive thoughts process to overcome whatever battle is going on in my life at the time. This one has me stumped, I'm so confused and unsure and scared and upset and I wanna make the pain stop and I don't know how to anymore and I have no one in my life who cares to help pick me up yet I'm always the one there to pick them up! I jus wanna quit, Im feeling not so strong anymore and my only wish is that it pass soon!!
Others have it worse-and-your pain is valid!YES! I always need this reminder! And I DO know more from living through my journey! I think many of us do
Changing perspective can be as simple as feeling gratitude instead of getting stuck in a negative mind cycle
...the blood moon.
the blood moon has set.
now, the sun rises.
dawn gradually lights the observable sky…
brighter… brighter… brighter still.
wisdom begins its reign.
I choose to avoid the alleys.
I choose to escape the hustle.
I don’t wish to gamble breath
in the trappings of the shadows.
instead, I seek the suns light,
and long for the warming of my soul.
fantasy land charges its admission
in fractal pathways of neglected thinking.
wisdom… is not paying the entry fee in the first place.
wisdom… is also getting off the blood moon ride.
wisdom… is leaving the park to search for something better.
wisdom… is grounding on a firm foundation.
the blood moon has set.
the sun has risen.
righteousness fills the land.
the blood moon is fleeting…
a known phenomenon that happens
with the laws in place and the passing of time.
wisdom comes from God…
listening to Him… listening out for Him…
looking for where He is at work…
seeking diligently at all times,
not just at the blood moon.
© Mark Bryant. May 27th, 2021.
...held by helium.
…held by helium.
revive my soul.
a refining work continues its need to take place.
there’s no hiding that fact.
there’s impurities galore that keep rising to the surface,
in the ebbs and flows of life’s furnace.
Your promises are a trustworthy pact,
despite the circumstances that I daily face.
make me whole.
sparkle my eyes.
pure silver dripping in the tears I shed,
my requests rise to You.
the light of days and nights and scars
penetrates the hopelessness of prison bars.
no matter what I say or do,
I need to trust You rather than my head.
truth be wise.
hands that move,
rise up skyward as if held by helium,
searching beyond earth for reward.
You alone are my inheritance.
help me hold You in complete reverence.
taking roads least explored,
grace that covers the depths of my delirium.
find my groove.
lift me up.
unfailing love is the ultimate blessing.
come to my rescue.
I need to sing because You are good.
give me the courage to act. understood?
my body is Your venue.
woo me with Your righteous caressing.
fill my cup.
© Mark Bryant. May 7th, 2021.
[Psalms 12-17, 19-21]
Nature Speaks HOPE