A Voice Across the Wind

I want to shout your name against the breeze,

Though knowing well it never would arrive.

How foolish that I linger on my knees,

To keep this loud, insistent hope alive.

Oh soul of mine, so weary and so blind,

Why must you wander through this endless maze?

Heavenly grace, bestow a quiet mind,

And bring me shelter from these restless days.

Though on my lips the volume stays unspurred,

And silence keeps the message I would bear,

I crave the peace that needs no spoken word

To end the search and lay aside despair.

A Toast to Bonds Unbroken

Today we raise a glass to Friendship’s grace,

A day to name the ones we hold so dear,

To call to mind a well-remembered face,

And all the laughter shared throughout the year.

You were the soul so close, so deeply known,

With whom I poured out every passing thought,

In quiet spaces where our trust was grown,

By simple truths that neither gold nor bought.

Though miles or changing seasons intervene,

The echo of our shared confiding stays,

A steady anchor through what lies between,

A bright returning light in darker days.

Tangled Silence

My aching head is splitting at the seam,

With heavy thoughts that crowd in all at once.

I chase the ghost of every wasted dream,

And wonder if my mind can bear the nonce.

The moments pass, forever slipped away,

As though tomorrow might rewrite the past.

Yet nothing shifts, and nothing rules the day;

I feel the heavy die has long been cast.

I’m tired of stumbling through this dazed routine,

Of feeling foolish, helpless, and absurd.

I wish to end the quiet, tense machine,

Yet find my thoughts are tangled and deferred.

My spirit fights the trap it wanders in,

And spins around where endless griefs begin.

The Habit of Missing

A strange uneasiness lingers in my heart,

As though I'm waiting for someone.
It's all over—I know that.
Yet why does this silence still wait with me?

I've moved on... or so I tell myself.
Still, my eyes return, again and again,
Longing for just one more glimpse.
One last moment that no longer exists.

Perhaps I've gone a little lunatic,
Holding on to an invisible hope.
Maybe it's not you I'm waiting for
Maybe it's the part of me you took along.

Just a Few More Days

 Just a few more days, they say,
Till death may come and call my name.
Why, then, should I walk into
Houses built of stress and regret?

I'd rather wander through a quiet garden,
Where the wind knows no sorrow,
Where flowers bloom without asking why,
And the sky forgives every yesterday.

I'll keep a smile upon my face,
Good thoughts within my mind,
Kindness resting in my heart,
And peace as my only companion.

Life is not measured
By how long the road remains,
But by how gently we choose to walk it.

So no more waiting for happiness.
No more chains of depression.
No more carrying regrets
That belong to another season.

Whatever days are left to me,
They shall be lived, not feared
With open hands, a grateful heart,
And the courage to simply move on.

Let It Be

Let it go, O Lord, let time be kind;

Let fading dreams dissolve without a trace.

If You must soften any wandering mind,
Let mine alone still keep that sacred place.

Erase the memory from every other heart,
Let them forget the stories left behind;
Let me stay hidden, quietly apart,
With silent treasures only I can find.

When evening wraps the world in gentle shade,
I unfold dreams where peaceful moments start;
There rests the home no waking hour has made,
A quiet refuge deep within my heart.

I held those memories honestly and true
Dear Lord, let them remain... if only with You

What Am I Searching For?

 What is it that I search to find?
A quiet answer for my restless mind.
Lost within my own unknown,
In dreams and chaos I've outgrown.

Some absences never fade away,
Their silent echoes choose to stay.
The heart keeps searching without a name,
Though nothing returns quite the same.

Perhaps some paths were never mine,
Yet memories linger beyond their time.
So through this beautiful life I roam,
Searching for a place that feels like home.