Monday, April 29, 2013

Infinite Wonder


Infinite Wonder
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Infinite reaches I long to meet,
enduring the frozen waters, the storms,
this chilling wind my skin can no longer protect me from.

But wrapped in eternal embrace,
deaf from sirens and nightmares that pull me down,
blind from that which is behind me
causing me to descend into the frozen abyss,
I will be free.

Hugged by freedom. Kissed by life.
Forward in joy.

Friday, April 26, 2013

Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander

"Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders, let me walk upon the waters, wherever you would call me. Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander, and my faith will be made stronger in the presence of my savior"
 
"I will call upon your name, keep my eyes above the waves; my soul will rest in your embrace.  I am yours, and you are mine."
 
-"Oceans", 'Zion' album, Hillsong
Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders, let me walk upon the waters, wherever you would call me. Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander, and my faith will be made stronger in the presence of my savior" -"Oceans", 'Zion' album, Hillsong
 

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Just Because

Just Because
Some things have no explanation.
They just are.
Can't be defined with the words I can't say.
Won't be measured by the thoughts I won't reveal.
Shouldn't be trapped in glass walls anxious to get out.

Sometimes I feel things just because I feel them.
If there were brakes to push or a parachute to pull
it wouldn't really matter since a crash at some velocity
will still surely occur, and then comes the aftermath.

I wish I could, I wonder if I should, dream about what would
or wouldn't happen if it was true, or if it's false,
just because I need to know.
Curious but not just because, but because.
It matters.

Everything matters.
Why?
Just because.
It just does.

David Sandler © April 16, 2013

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Thankfulisations

Thankfulisations

Changes that make us better, and worse, and everywhere in-between still make us who we are. 
I am who I am and I will change, but never be perfect.
I'm thankful that I know that.
I'm thankful that i'm able to love.
Wishing I could do it without any questions is an unachieved dream, but I'm working on that, too.
But I'm thankful I try. 
I'm thankful my free will is used to follow passion & life.
There are many more things I'd like to be thankful for, but I'm waiting on some of those.
In the meantime I'm thankful for everything else I've been blessed with.
Because I've been loved & blessed, I can love and bless.
And that is something I can't be thankful enough for.

David Sandler © November 22, 2012


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Monday, April 15, 2013

I see wind everywhere...

     I see wind everywhere...
"'Lord, if it’s you,” Peter replied, “tell me to come to you on the water.'  'Come,' he said.  Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, 'Lord, save me!' Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. 'You of little faith,' he said, 'why did you doubt?'" ~Matthew 14:28-31

Thursday, April 11, 2013

I Shall Write Again

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I Will Write Again

I will write again.
I don't know how. I don't know when.
Maybe it'll be when you're here with me, or when i've found you again. 
Maybe it'll be when you're gone, when i'm able to go on.
Maybe things will be better when I feel tall, which I don't, not right now, which is funny since I am.

I will write again, when the times feel right, when the world remotely feels like it makes sense:
when my neighbors aren't starving or begging me for money; when they get up on their own two feet and rise.
Until then maybe i'll never write again.  Not without you.  
Because i've always needed you.
You always set me free.
You always help me write.

And I can't. 
I don't feel like it.
I barely want to anymore.
But I do.
With everything I am.
I want to write again.
So i'm going to try.
I've going to live.
I'm going to profess why until someone hears.

So i'll write.  Maybe someone will read.  Maybe they won't.  But you will.  Just because I wrote.

David Sandler © February 6, 2012