Thoughts on Loss

Empty Box

By: the iHope Poet

Everybody has words to say. 

Well, I have you, 

and no words are coming. 

The words that do get said taste strange. 

They don't sound true 

and I feel like running. 

There are  many days when you seem like wings. 

But those moments fade

and you're getting heavy

as I stand with you in a crowded room

like an empty box 

filled with dreams and envy.

I'm still holding on from yesterday

when you left me here

in my hope and yearning.

Though I'm finding peace in the aftermath

still, I don't have you

and no words are coming.  

Raw or Healed 

By: the iHope Poet

How can I speak about loss without longing? 

The music stopped playing 

and I'm missing your tune.

I used to believe I could see by believing. 

Though I have many times, 

I can't quite picture you. 

Sometimes I fear that my heart is past feeling, 

and then all at once 

I am flooded with grief. 

In those moments, I think, maybe I'm viewing heaven, 

since the mem'ry of you 

fills my soul with belief. 

Even still, I feel shock and regret at your passing;

my heart, raw or healed, 

will keep bleeding for you.

And I cannot speak of this loss without longing. 

Every song must end, 

but yours ended too soon.

Soul-Expanding

The Blip 

By: the iHope Poet

When the big things are little 

and the little feel big, 

when the waves of sheer longing 

make your heart feel like lead,

and you don't have a reason 

to be stuck in your head;

but you  do, and you are 

since you're lost in The Blip.                                                     

It was just a few moments 

in the grand scheme of things,

and it ended so quickly, 

so it's hard to believe 

that it happened at all, 

but you know how you feel. 

And it doesn't feel good 

to be lost in The Blip. 

You don't blink for the fear 

that you'll lose all the proof 

of the challenge you're facing, 

the pain you've lived through. 

It consumes you, it changed you,

short-lived though it was, 

and you cling with your might

to hold onto The Blip. 

In due time, you remember 

there is rest to reclaim 

through the grace of the One 

who has suffered the same. 

Then, embraced in His love, 

filled with pure, refined joy,

your whole soul is expanded 

coming out of The Blip. 

     

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Soul and Body

Falter

By: the iHope Poet

"Awake, and Rise!"

The angels cry;

and though I try to stand,

my mortal frame gives way to sleep,

I cannot lift my head.

The time has come

and so they beckon

those who long to bless.

My heart's so willing, yet I'm weak

in matters of the flesh.

My head will bow

without its strength,

that's when I plead for grace.

Vision falters, legs collapse,

But I'll still seek His face.

He knows.

All of Me

By: the iHope Poet

My Father knows what's best for me,

and sees the Very Best in Me.

He wants whatever's left in me,

to be the better I can be.

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Training to Be

By: the iHope Poet 

Think of life as a fitness program. 

It may take weeks or months before 

You see the results you’ve been working toward. 

But the days that will count the most are when 

Your muscles are sore, and your energy’s spent. 

The progress you make won’t be found in the mirror, 

But you’ll know you’ve done well when you feel the pain there.

So don’t get discouraged or be tempted to sway. 

Choose to praise God for your workout today! 

Think of Christ as your fitness trainer. 

Whenever the workout is hard to stick to -

He’s been through the stretches that you’re going through,

And stands there to lift and to guide you along.

Don’t ever forget how he’s perfectly strong! 

It gets better than that - cuz he paid the price too.

When reality hits, you’ve done all you can do, 

His grace is sufficient, His pushups will count,

Until sooner or later all this work will amount

To the “model” you’ve been training to be from the start. 

So trust in your Trainer - just open your heart.

How will you do it?

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Be Sure
By: the iHope Poet

To trust, a thing of hope in lifted burden,
of turning not towards the paths behind.
When trusting, cares may still arise in number,
but as we move in faith the doubts subside.

To trust, you choose to love before you fear them.
You choose to look inside them very first.
Then with those open eyes you're filled with vision
of how the best in them defeats their worst.

We trust God; by so doing, He can change us.
With trust will come a strength fit to endure,
to carry through, while lifting those around us.
And loving them will make our trusting sure.

The Limits of Mortality

Agency

By: the iHope Poet

Mortality's a raging sea
Because God gave us agency.
And though we cannot part the waves,
We may choose Christ to pave our way;
And help us walk amidst the storm,
As tall and calm as He performed.
For God, He gave us agency,
So let us brave the raging sea.

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Couldn't, Wouldn't

By: the iHope Poet

I don't know how to make you see,

I don't.

I taught you all that I believe,

and rushed to calm you anxious pleas.

Yet, after all I try to do, you don't.

God knows how to make you see,

but won't.

His love's the source of all belief,

His word commands both land and sea,

and yet, He'll wait for you, because

you won't.

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He Hears You

Merely Seeds 

By: the iHope Poet

Some would say that miracles

come in times of greatest need.

From what I've seen, God plants them

in our lives as merely seeds.

We carry them along with us

without a second thought;

through every walk of life we tread

their nourishment is wrought.

Somewhere along the journey,

as we learn and strive and fall,

there come moments when we realize

that we need a miracle.

Our prayers and pleas will follow,

not a single cry unheard:

Father knows us and He sees us

long before we feel the hurt.

And those tiny seeds he planted

now as sprouts and even trees

come to light as faith demands them -

they fulfill our deepest needs.

So when trials may beset you,

and you're pleading for His aid,

dont forget His loving timing,

how He listened when you prayed.

If you're asked to wait in patience

for His miracles to grow,

you can trust in Father's wisdom

and the blessings He has sown.

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Just a Moment in Time

When Mother Prays

By: the iHope Poet

The world stands still -- 

the rolling tides and lofty hills, 

the willows and the singing birds, 

the wind, with it's majestic words, 

all cease to move -- for just a breath. 

to hear the words Her lips will send.

Straight from the heart t'ward heav'n above --

while angels stand around in love.

They carry all that She requests

to Father, who must long to bless.

For Mother is His favorite child

and every one of Her desires

call down blessings from the sky, 

as sung in her sweet lullabies. 

From young to old -- through come and gone 

-- Her prayers continue, dawn to dawn. 

It never falters, Mother's faith; 

and every time She beckons grace,

in comes the light with record speed 

to quickly ease her children's needs. 

That haste is clearer when we see 

how every wave and hill and tree

is hushed and anxious to attend 

when Mother prays -- 

The heavens bend. 

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Do you believe?

Let Him
By: the iHope Poet

Do you believe in Jesus Christ?
Do you believe that He could heal the sick?
Then let Him heal your crippled efforts, too.

Do you believe in Christ the Lamb?
That He could give the blind man back His sight?
His hands can touch your eyes with vision, too.

Do you believe the Prince of Peace?
Do you recall the deaf He caused to hear?
He'll restore desires, if you choose.

Do you believe the Son of God?
His power rose the fallen from their graves.
Believe that He can bring you new life, too.

Believe in Christ, Emmanuel,
And trust His promises are sure and true.
By that same faith He is my Savior, too.

Yongsung Kim

Fruitless

Being Broken 

By: the iHope Poet 

I am a weak person 

and I break a lot of things

but by far my greatest weakness 

is knowing that I'm broken 

and wishing that I wasn't 

- that wishing just breaks me. 

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You Deserve the World

From years before... 

Not Big Enough

By: the iHope Poet

I wanted to give you the world.

And I tried.

But my world was too big for you --

You couldn't return the favor.

and I was put on hold.

You deserve all the happiness in the world.

But you won't take mine.

You deserve someone you can give everything to

Before they have the chance to give anything at all.

But you wait for me to give first every time.

You can't even say those three words anymore.

And because I see now

How you just can't have

That kind of love with me,

I'm finally

Letting you go.

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Too Much to Say

This is Not All of It

By: The iHope Poet

I want to write down all 

the thoughts in my head:

All the words that are said and 

the feelings I dread, and 

the ones that I love...

All the things that I've done 

and the girl I've become... 

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...All the people I live with, 

the things that we share, and 

the burdens we bare, and 

the way that we care;

all the dreams that we can't help 

but dream everywhere... 

Even though I can't thank them, 

nor ever repay them, I try 

to relive them, and breathe them, 

and share them. 

I just want to write them all down 

with this pen. 

But I can't seem to draw out

the thoughts in my head. 

Seek to grow.

Pain Can

By: the iHope Poet

See what pain can do to a man --
Can turn him fair, or drain him pale.
Will break him open, or draw him closed.

See what pain will do to a man
When he chooses life over vengeance cold,
Or else shuts his heart out from the warmth.

See how pain is changing a man
Who soon forgets the deeds misdone,
Compared to one who can’t let go.

See that pain is good in a man
Who sees what good still can be made,
And doesn’t waste from building walls.

Seek that growth from pain in a man.

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It hasn't been real..

Until Now
By: the iHope Poet

With you I can see
just how much I have never
been loved before now.

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Love is blind.. Again

The Feeling

By: the iHope Poet

Did it feel like this

when you wrote me then,

when I read your words by paper and pen?

Did it feel like this

when you kissed me slow,

and you said you loved me as you held me close?

Did I think these thoughts,

Did I hope these hopes,

Did I dream these dreams?

Was I just as close?

Am I blinded again,

by that thing called love:

Not real, not true, but warm enough?

Did I feel like this,

now that he is here,

and you've left me hanging, so I'm stuck in fear -

Is this how it felt to be with you,

Or do I finally have it right, is this something new?

Well, he kisses me slow, in a different way.

And he holds me close, even from far away.

Now I'm thinking these thoughts,

I hope these hopes --

I dream these dreams,

but am I just as close?

Am I really falling

off the same burnt bridge?

Is he just another you, from when I felt it then?

Did it feel like this

when you touched my hand,

when you pulled my heart and you changed my plans?

Did I feel like this

now that he's my date,

and my whole world's never gonna be the same?

Did I think these thoughts,

did I hope these hopes,

did I dream these dreams,

was I just as close?

Cuz I loved you then,

but now I have him.

Is the feeling real now, or am I blind again?

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Achy

Just a Drizzle
By: the iHope Poet

Our time has past
and too late
I'm forgetting to keep breathing.

Darling, you kept my heart beating
all those years;
behind us now.

Mem'ries burn
as tears flood,
and words get a little achy.

But Darling, I'll keep saving
just a drizzle
of our love.

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It hurts worse..

Lie Softly

By: the iHope Poet

Gentle fingers 

often torment

more than careless words. 

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Butterflies and Wishing Wells

The Fire

By: the iHope Poet

I forgot about the butterflies,

their wings that keep me up at night,

the dreams that make me wish that I

was somewhere flying next to you.

I forgot about the bashful smiles,

the frequent grins from broad to mild,

and how they make my heart go wild

for someone just across the room.

I forgot about the fiery surge

that comes with such a rampant scourge

of passion, gold, and wishing, bold,

from praying what will last is you.

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New Fears

Trounced
By: the iHope Poet

And now my great fear

of falling in love, is trounced

by letting love go.

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On Phone Calls

Missed

By: the iHope Poet

I saw your name light up my screen

And panicked when I heard the ring.

There is a fear inside of me

that you don't really care to talk.

And so I waited till it passed --

I held my breath and watched the clock. 

I didn't answer when you called,

I'm sure that you can understand.

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