A wish upon a star

A wish upon a star

When a star falls from the sky,
my heart creates a wish,
for the soul she was born in.

The tight rope holds me up,
while my hands and feet search,
for steady ground to hold onto.

Layers of rock tumble down,
avoiding my delicate heart by miracle,
until the dark night sets in around me.

When light meets fear,
it drives out every form of darkness,
until dreams come to life in the dark night.

This is joy to me!

This is joy to me! 

In the deepest darkness,
joy is that little light,
pushing away the pain,
so you can move your feet.
Joy is walking on water,
where the deep black depth,
is far underneath you,
even though the waters,
still roar all around you.
Joy is standing on a mountain top,
where the difficult journey is behind you,
and the view reminds you,
that the impossible was possible after all.
Joy is the rope,
that keeps you from falling down.
Joy is the focus,
that keeps you moving forward,
for dreaming with joy,
instills a deep hope,
that gives you wings to fly,
in the greatest storms.
Born out of love,
joy is the light that feeds us,
with happy memories from the past.
Joy shows us,
that new experiences,
however difficult they are,
can be fun,
in the presence of loving friends.
Joy is an arm around your shoulder,
it is a tissue when you grieve.
Joy in the face of love,
is all we really need,
in a world filled with darkness,
this is joy to me!

This is joy to me!

 

Broken Dreams

Broken dreams

As the fallen snow turns into ice,
the freezing cold blows me away,
forcing an ice-age into the summer,
where icicles melt in the desert heat,
and water is a burden instead of a relief.

My eyes hurt with burning pains,
the tears have turned into dry salt,
while fire burns my skin to the bone.
I’m blaming the snow-storm in the desert,
for its lack of interest in the growing pains.
Selfishness is always the beginning of nothing,
but when I search for something,
selfishness comes knocking at my door.

My life has never been my own,
no matter how I wrestled with the universe,
it never chose my side in the storm.
Now I’m fighting thin air on the steep slope,
beating me into the thick trees on the road.

As I lay down in the snow and pray,
the daisies cheer me up with their mandolin music,
and the sun warms my face with peace,
until Love breaks the centre of my soul,
and thick teardrops work its way down,
for the broken dreams I never wanted to give up.

Bring back my broken dreams,
and plant them in the ground,
to grow them into rose bushes.
So my dreams will never get lost in the snow,
and my teardrops are not a waste in the universe.
Give them a place in Your paradise,
so Your children can find their way home.

Broken dreams 

 

The intersection of life

The intersection of life

In the middle of the forest,
pictures show me many sights,
to unfold a labyrinth in my mind.
With the key in my hands I walk,
until the soles of my shoes are worn out.
Deeper and deeper into the tangled mess,
my breath quickens and my heart races.
If the Light is still in sight,
why then does this road lead me here?
Further into the forest,
where darkness surrounds me,
I am tricked by my own imagination.
Learning to see the Light in the darkness,
I first have to separate the darkness from the Light.
Panic is the inability to connect with your soul,
and I haven’t connected with mine for years.
Still Your voice asks me to walk on,
and I walk until the road ends.
There on the intersection of life,
when all control has been taken out of my hands,
You ask me to let go in trust.
On my knees I plead for mercy,
until I have nothing more to say,
and I collapse on the cold cobblestones.
With the rain washing the last black stains away,
butterflies start to flutter out of my hair,
onto the roses that grow in my hands,
Sometimes in order to gain life,
you have to give it up.
In the silence the cold nights slowly heat up again,
until a small fire resurfaces in my fragile heart.
Doors can only be opened,
when we give the key to the One who owns life.
Ways can only be paved,
by the One who created them in the first place.
As the sky clears and the forest fades,
the smile on Your face hands me my victory,
for all I had to do to succeed,
is to let go of the control within me.

The intersection of life

 

 

 

Lavender dreams

Lavender dreams

Soft silky hues,
transmit my soul into a dream world,
of sweet lavender aromas,
and honey tasting kisses.
I live inside Your soul,
where cinnamon fragrances,
make me feel home.

I taste the vanilla on my lips,
and I breathe in the air of soft roses.
Arms like strong walls form a fortress –
safe is Your heart that protects me.
I live inside Your soul,
where Your warm embrace,
is a token of Your undying love.

Sweet is this lavender dream,
under the willow tree,
where words born in Your pure heart,
stream from Your sweet lips,
penetrating my soul with love.
You sweep me into Your soul,
where I dream a million more dreams,
in this beautiful eternal world.

Lavenderdreams

 

 

Halls of crystal gold

Halls of crystal gold

Halls of crystal gold,
imaginative to the naked eye,
swirl hues of purple and blue,
comforting me with holiness.
In Your eyes is the light of love,
surrounding me with Your presence.
As birds hover in the sky,
wings are like a warm blanket,
and the wind like grape juice,
on a hot summer day.
The feeling of being loved is a treasure.
Rays of gold light up my heart,
to embrace it with love and joy.
In Your eyes I am beautiful,
unimaginable are the halls without me.
A child in the arms of His Father –
I am safe within the walls of Your home.
When I look into Your infinite eyes,
oceans become rivers,
penetrating me with their energy,
rejuvenating me with an endless sense of peace.
Halls of crystal gold lead me to Your throne,
where sparrows nestle in Your lap,
and lions rest at Your feet.
How come I can see You so vividly?
My heart explodes with love,
making my DNA rain down on me like confetti.
Truth like a sword cuts through me,
awareness takes over my soul,
and in one single second I know,
You are the one I live for.

Halls of crystal gold

Inside the box

Inside the box

Inside the box,
the noose around my neck tightens.
Trying to settle in,
the small nook is too cramped,
and all I want to do,
is to leave this small space.

All eyes tell a different story,
but when they look at me,
all their stories are the same.
Stuck in prejudices and opinions,
war is either neglect,
or fight back.
Who will love me as I am?

Traditions are for keeping,
but not if they suffocate the soul.
When everything is the same,
we are in desperate need of change.
Evolving is teaching yourself to be better,
learning is allowing yourself to grow,
for growth is a never-ending story.

Inside the box,
where I am unable to grow,
I look out into infinity,
where God asks me to live,
in His divine library,
where His great wisdom,
will lead me to eternity.

Until…

Until

Until I reach the glass,
flowers surround me,
birds smile at me in delight,
and the comfortable warmth,
covers me like a blanket.

Until I see the cage,
life goes by unnoticed,
for love takes care of me,
and in this joyful song,
I find my home.

Until I see the reflection,
the mirror shows only myself,
the outer shell is polished up,
but nothing shows the inside,
where questions bubble in the heat,
and my tears remain unnoticed.

Until the door is opened,
the good life is unnoticed,
and I swim in a pool of ingratitude,
where my blurred eyes,
dream impossible dreams.

Until I am looking back,
I will never fully realize,
that what I had was enough,
and what I wished for,
was all I never needed.

Redemption

Redemption

On a wild chase,
the city lost me,
and the only escape,
leads me down the stairs,
of a dark subway station.

Descending the stairs,
I find you,
and your curious sympathy,
touches me.

 Movement runs fast,
in fear it is uncontrollable,
but your steps are premeditated,
and your motions are effortless.

Unafraid is your heart,
diligent your observation.

A little white-blue bird you are,
resting in the palm of my hand.

As you fly away on the wind,
my fingertips turn into a smile,
the sign of your everlasting redemption.

 

 

 

Jerusalem

Jerusalem

 Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
Dear city made of gold.
Your doors of pearl,
they shine so bright,
it’s more than can behold.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
descending from above,
dressed like a bride,
your mighty glow,
is bringing me God’s love.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
with gemstones you are dressed,
you give us peace,
We praise the Lord,
For He has made you blessed.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
No longer can we wait,
Let’s change our hearts,
and praise the Lord,
before it is too late.