Brothers lost to the past;

Making us long for,

even a glimpse of what didn’t last.

Pressing onward through the wilderness,

we seek comfort in those around us.

Those that can help us find our destination,

others that can keep our focus above.

The Father whispers to the Son:

“As long as I’m here, I have your back.

Not because it’s my job, but because I love you.”

And the Son presses on, knowing he cannot fail.

Above was written by Kerwin Smith, edited by Kyle Smith

]]> http://trivialmonroe.wordpress.com/2009/09/29/steady/feed/ 0 trivialmonroe http://trivialmonroe.wordpress.com/2009/09/27/pray/ http://trivialmonroe.wordpress.com/2009/09/27/pray/#comments Sun, 27 Sep 2009 06:40:25 +0000 trivialmonroe http://trivialmonroe.com/?p=125 ]]> Pray as hard as you can,
Give until you can’t,
Find hope in its simplicity,
It’s all part of the plan.

Let the rain shower over you,
but never let it get you wet,
Let the fire light your path,
but never let it singe your clothes.

Pray as hard as you can,
Give until you can’t,
Find peace in its simplicity,
It’s all part of the plan

Trust him completely,
For alone we are nothing,
Ask him for guidance,
For He will always provide.

Pray as hard as you can,
Give until you can’t,
Find joy in its simplicity,
For it’s all part of His plan.

when we first took breath in this world,

agreeing unknowingly to live instead of the serene alternative.

Had we known the struggle that lay ahead,

could we have made the same grave oversight?

By our covenant we relinquish ourselves to our masters,

unrelenting until the zenith of time.

Enslaved by reason, by feelings, by rules, and by God,

the only chance of deliverance,

our strife and will to overcome.

Though our charge may seem impossible,

we muster relief in the fact that the road we travel,

finds a culmination in peace.

Blameless, Flawless, the child, as all are, was meant for great things.

His father and mother hold the child tight, thinking of their legacy being passed through him.

This boy was to be a doctor, an engineer, a minister, a famous baseball player;

He would be a playwright, his words would be heard around the world,

he would be the one to unite the world, the one to save us all.

The parents return home from the hospital, the child of promise asleep in their arms.

The years pass, and the boy grows.

March 4, 1989, a baby is born, its cries echo through the halls, declaring his arrival.

Blameless as was his elder brother, this son did not carry the same burden,

it was not his birthright to claim, but the parents loved them both the same.

The parents held him tightly as the older brother looked on at the new face in the family.

The next couple of years went as they should,

the brothers grew and the family grew closer together.

Little did the young family know the hardships they would endure.

To be continued…

I lose myself.

Past and Future melt into

the deep hues of her eyes.

I lose myself, gazing into your eyes,

looking for my place in them.

Looking into your eyes,

I hope to find myself.

even though the sun had yet to rise.

He awoke to her embrace and he dare not leave.

Where else would he rather be,

than with her, part of him, forever.

So he lay there, holding her close,

until she would awaken and the sun would truly rise to meet him.

Why God has been so generous that day,

the day that he made you,

the day that me made you for me.

The day that he led us to one another,

the day they exchanged glances for the first time,

unknowing that they would never leave each other again.

and though his body was weak and tired,

his mind was on another.

He cried out to the Lord for guidance,

he prayed a prayer of thanksgiving,

for those that were close to him.

He prayed a prayer for wisdom,

for his path would not be an easy one.

He prayed that they would make it,

through the trials that lie in waiting,

He asked for a sign that what had been made,

had been made by the Lord

and that it was meant to be.

Just before he gave in to his bodies desire for sleep,

a knock in the silence was heard,

a knock at the door that could bring the answers.

Could it be a sign or just a coincidence?

Only the Lord knows, only the Lord ever knows.

as I waited for your return.

The day drug on for hours,

as my stomach began to turn.

I miss the short days, that I wished would last forever.

But there is a light at the end of the horizon,

marking the end of night,

there I stand, awaiting your return.

since he had met her,

since time had stood still,

his nights were void of dreams.

For everyday since,

his greatest dreams and aspirations,

were brought to fruition in her arms.