Thursday, October 23, 2008

Poetry keeps happening: It Goes Around Again

Babies cry and people die...
It goes around again
Sisters fight and hope is in sight
It goes around again
Hearts will bleed and you help ones in need
It goes around again
Days pass and memories last
It goes around again
But God lives and God gives
It stays ever much the same

Friday, October 17, 2008

Philosophy? heheh.

I once was walking with my dad through Lowe's, and he commented that he would like to have glass cabinets. I thought it was silly and said "Yeah, but then everyone could see the mess we have in them!" He replied to me "No, it'd give us a reason to keep them clean."



That story seems silly and perhaps it is, but the same applies to life. We keep secrets in our hearts and it gets all jumbled up like Tupperware in our cabinets. It becomes a mess inside of us. But the fact of the matter is that if we just let people into our hearts, we wouldn't have the jumbled mess because the stress and fear that you feel is no longer clogging up your life. Other people aren't hear just for kicks and grins, God gives us them to help. It's like, if you have glass cabinets, you put things where they're suppose to go. Like if you have bowls and plates in a cabinet(representing happiness in this senario) and you put pots and pans up there too(the icky stuff... stress, sadness) then it's gonna get all ugly. But other people coming over gives you inclines you to clean it up. I'm SO not saying to just fix everything when people are around, but your friends give you the helping nudge to clean you cabinets and to let your heart begin to heal.



If that makes sense, you amazing.