Wellspring of Life

My mind tells me I am finite,
Though physically I am, my heart longs for that which is Infinite.

Life has broken my understanding of Love,
Though broken, my heart desires to be loved.

I desperately long to be accepted,
But money, success, and material nothings still leave me rejected by many.

Why do purpose and significance feel so far from me,
Is it because I pursue the dreams of others, and if I continue will I ever find them?

False pleasures and instant gratifications have a hold on me,
Superficial relationships and artificial highs have broken me in every way.

Why do I refuse to learn from life’s lessons,
Must I break myself one more time?

Can love, acceptance, and purpose be found,
Or does my finite humanity refuse to let me truly live?

If physically I remain finite, and the heart full of infinite potential and desire,
Might I let it lead me towards abundant life.

For this I believe,
From the heart springs wells of Life.
If one fails to lead with their heart,
One will fail to live.

Pursue Life then,
Search deep within the wellspring of your heart.
For that which is Living,
Will not be found among the dead.

Proverbs 4:23
"Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life.”

Longing for eternity...

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Longing for eternity…

I long for that which I cannot explain
As my soul conflicts to forget.
Through toil and struggle it still remains,
The balance of peace and regret.

Maybe this desire we find deep within,
Can only be met at life’s end.
Yet one life ends, and another begins
Stilling desire in the hearts of men.

But what is life, in purpose and meaning;
Are there reasons why we exist?
How can one know life from the beginning,
And will knowing bring significance?

Halfhearted pursuits surely promise pain
As we surrender our humanity.
For some seek, and yet few attain,
For the desire we seek is eternity.

Yet it is not that life may be lost
When eternity calls us by name.
We understand not the absence or cost
Restless we are sure to remain.

Chase eternity, then, through love and good deed;
And find significance and purpose for being.

Do good, yet forget not the desire you seek,
Pursue joy in all you do.
It is here, perhaps, amidst desire and pursuit,
That eternity will find you.

Photograph by my friend, Pablo Jimenez.

From Life to Art

The beauty we’ve been given,

Is in that which is unseen;

And although unseen, we hold confidently to its’ reality

In a secret balance of faith and passion.

For a painter is not a painter,

Until he approaches his canvas.

A writer is not a writer,

Until she captures creativity through the power of words.

A traveler is not a traveler,

Until he courageously walks away from the security of certainty.

In everything we start with nothing,

Faithfully holding onto what could be;

And although we cannot foresee successes or failures,

With passion we must pursue Everything. 

The same holds true for love…

For a friend is not friend,

Nor a neighbor a neighbor,

Until kindness is given freely, expecting nothing in return.

A brother is not a brother,

Nor a sister a sister,

Until they have carried each other’s burdens.

A mother is not a mother,

Nor a father a father,

Until they experience true love’s sacrifice.

So in our desire to truly live

We must approach our canvas,

Walk courageously,

Carry one another’s burdens,

Love sacrificially,

And vulnerably embrace our imperfections,

It is here that life becomes art,

And our lives an empty canvas,

Waiting to be faithfully and passionately approached. 

Dedicated to my dear Aunt Debbie.