New Days

Some days are just bad days.  That's why God makes new days.

Iowa Flood of 2008

Water’s edge at the river bank,

Never expected it would rise to this height,

When the warnings came, everybody held tight,

Most didn’t expect it to flood their homes,

So they waited it out until it was too late to groan.

Everything in pieces, even the walls,

Halfway up the buildings that we thought were tall,

The water, no longer beautiful, tears through belongings,

Photographs, paintings, books, many things,

Everyone wants to go back and save them from floodwater.

Heaven’s gates remain untouched,

God didn’t cover all of this earth,

Just right here in Iowa.

Maybe God is trying to teach us something?

Maybe we need to know that our possessions are not our life,

Or that changing this river and wasting funds,

Was not the right choice and would only bring strife.

Greedy people clamoring for a refund,

On all of the possessions they lost,

Unmatched amounts of money we lost,

In so many homes, farmland, and crops.

Tell me the reason we’re on this earth,

Is it to be greedy about our possessions,

To save up treasure only on this dirt?

To do so would surely lead only to sin.

God will always provide us with what we need, if we ask him.

Dregged this up from super old files on my computer. This poem was written as the flood of '08 was happening.  I may even post a photo sometime from my camera. :)

Shaky Waves

We can still be just friends,
I'm sure we can get along,
there's something in my heart
that tells me that you haven't given up,
and it's possible we can still be friends,
once again before we move on again,
I've made so many memories with you,
I'm not ready to give up yet,
I want to keep being around you,
no matter what the consequences,
no matter what my senses tell me,
I need to be with you,
let me be around you,
Please just love me for me,
I can't help wanting you to need me,
as I've needed you before,
But so many tears and my eyes remain sore,
my heart is tied in knots,
I'm trying to escape but somehow I can't get free,
from the shaky waves holding me,
the shaky waves I'm drowning in.
Tell me
Just tell me
What you truly want from me,
if you want me at all,
I know it can be hard to tell how you feel,
but I really need you to tell me,
so at the least my heart can heal.
I'm so thankful, yet I still want more,
was this short time all you wanted from me?
If it was, then I should let you go.
I can't be with you any longer,
if that's how you feel.
Know that I truly loved you,
and that you were the first
that I've ever truly loved,
and the first who trapped me in the shaky waves I built.

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Sad, hopeless poem I found in my ooollllldddd writings on my computer.  Brings back memories.