Where Is It?

All of my life I’ve walked this earth,

Seeking out my own self worth.

Looking here—searching there…

Yet seeming to find it nowhere.

As a dove flying from tree to tree;

Forever pecking to find me.

Lost in the winds of time,

My flight pattern is hard to find.

Planting my talons firmly on life’s learning branch;

Which set me in a hypnotic trance.

Behind all the deceitful smiles that were not real,

Now my heartbeat was starting to congeal…

Like Snow White life was poisoning me to sleep;

While thoughts of God’s word slowly began to creep…

Into my mind shaking the depths of my soul,

Reminding me of all I’d ever been told…

About His unconditional love;

The reason He sent Jesus from above.

As my body began coming out of the deep,

He reminded me of all the promises He’d keep.

And how if I’d continued doing my best,

He would surely take care of the rest.

He taught me to discern what is lurking behind life’s facades and masks,

With that gift I’d truly come to know my self-worth at last.

It wasn’t a prince who woke me from my sleep;

But a God who promised my soul He would keep.

©c.f. leach

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Where Is Home?

Helped my son today with his math,
Trying to lead him down that narrow path.

Quality time with him was spent;
When he’s grown and gone I’ll ponder where the time went…

The time when he needed me;
As he grows older I rarely get to see

Him in the course of a day;
Yet he still gives me a hug and a kiss then he’s on his merry way.

Not has hyper or sporadic as he once used to be;
For some odd reason he takes life more seriously.

Trying so hard to make better grades,
His foundation is now being laid

For home is not simply an address nor a place to relax;
It is a beginning for getting your little ones on the right track.

It is not a structure where you hide and close your bedroom door;
Home is a place where you try much harder to give them more…

Of the tools they’ll need to be in this life complete;
Sanctified wisdom to help them retreat…

Into the spiritual strength;
That helps them overcome the adversary at great length.

And the stamina to endure no matter how hard life’s road may appear;
For the Holy Scriptures teach us to have no fear.

And for that which is righteous always persist;
All that is wrong try diligently to resist.

Home is where true love is found indeed;
Home is where you plant the seed.

©c.f. leach, Time Out: Poetic Reflections.

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