UnContainable Dreams

I had dreams in the past

That I held onto tight.

Like a child waits for a star

To shoot through the night, 

I waited & wished for it all to come, 

With my heart strongly beating like a drum. 

Then life brought a change, 

Surprising seasons age...

Now Dreams seem too far to touch, 

And my wrinkled hands loosen their clutch. 

My dreams I once tightly carried

Were bottled, corked & buried

Where the light no longer shines bright...

Forgotten and out of sight. 

My hearts became jaded 

As old dreams felt faded. 

Fear forcefully pushed the dirt tightly on top, 

To trap the dream's seed and produce no crop. 

I thought it better to suffocate the seed, 

That to live lonely with doubt & watch it bleed....

But the drumming dream beneath can't be hidden long, 

With it's everlasting joyful song.

The dream's drum cracks the bottle that contains, 

While the sun shines down and Heaven rains. 

Preparing a surface for my dreams to be reborn, 

Where roots grow up and soil is torn. 

The star shoots down and pulls the stem from below, 

Giving life to my dream and making it grow. 

The star I once waited for like a child each night, 

Is giving my dreams a new promise of light.

Art and Poetry by Tabitha Seaton

* A young widow's dreams can not stay bottled up. 

Inspired by new love & hope. 

Cup of Sand

Drip doubt drip doubt

Like slow trickle from a water spout.

Searching outside for my thirst to be soothed

But there's no thing that will make my fever smoothed.

My melting ego needs some relief

A compliment sincere enough to believe.

I could search every crevice of this land

To find no water... Only sand.

I'll fill my cup with its grains and take it in

Only to result in a stronger quench within. 

Each sip bringing me closer to death

Drying my lungs as I struggle for a breath...

I close my eyes and drop the cup I clenched

To find a love inside that is sure to drench.

It's always there when all else fails

After I've searched all other dry dead trails.

My compass core always brings my back to You

My overflowing water cup and North so true. 

Why do I get lost so easily so steered astray

When You've proven me time & time the only true way. 

You love this girl who is lost & dizzy from her selfish circling

Always falling tired and thirsty from the vain dance she's swirling. 

You catch me in Your arms so strong

And love me all my journey long. 

Thank You for Your merciful patience with me

For You are my greatest love J.C.

Tabitha Seaton

Come in...

Come in and get comfortable Lord in my home, 

I saved the best seat to act as your throne.

Please shut the door behind you and never walk out,

 for you are all I want my home to be about. 

If something come knocking, you must let them in, 

cause I trust your answer more than my skin. 

My flesh has opened doors that brought in thieves, 

with winds that kicked up dust and dirty leaves. 

My answer left me sweeping the stoop and the entry, 

bringing my faith back to elementary. 

I don't want you hanging out there on the porch, 

wanting to brighten my dark home with your torch. 

I want live here and be the man in my life, 

you are husband to this widowed wife. 

Be at watch and answer all calls, 

for in your hands responsibility falls. 

I surrender on my knees, 

humbly holding out the keys... 

Thank you Lord.

Balloons of Freedom by Tabitha Seaton

1 Peter 5:7

"Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you."

Little girl stands in a patch of dirt, 

no longer imprisoned by her hurt. 

She labeled all she can feel

and is trusting Him to heal.

She put them in capsules that fly

releasing every single lie

that made her heart sink.

With one final blink

she mumbles a prayer

as her sins float to the air...

"Dear Lord, I give you all these things.

Now, will you give my heart wings?

I trust you now as I let go.

Please, take my faith and make it grow!".

Art and Poem by Tabitha Seaton

This idea was inspired by

Victoria Osteen's words...

I saw her on TV talking about how she takes all the bad things she feels, all her anxieties and imagines them like balloons. Then she lets them all go.

sketch

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Hamster on a Wheel, Art and Poetry

                         I wrote and illustrated this poem after yesterday's post... view it here.

   

                    http://thelostsocklife.blogspot.com/2013/03/hampster-on-wheel-be-still.html

Hamster on a wheel, 

How does it feel

going nowhere in vain

and quickly going insane?

Running so fast to get where you will, 

every ticking moment you can't afford to kill.

No time to waste, 

striving in clumsy haste. 

How many tasks can you manage at once, 

juggling, spinning, multi-tasking stunts?

Do you ever stop to take a rest

to enjoy in life what is the best?

Keep running till your legs can go no more, 

throbbing in pain you will search for the cure.

You rest for a while, 

to muster a proud accomplished smile, 

at all the labors you completed...

but suddenly you feel radically cheated!

But a hand reaches in and giggles at your stress.

saying, "Come here to me & I will fix this mess.

Works cannot get you where you want to go, 

rest here in me and take it slow.

I will supply all your needs. 

I am the loving hand that feeds. 

I will give you a task that will take you somewhere.

Take this  loving feeling of care

and spread it out among the others out there, 

those lost little hamsters that don't know thier value, 

share with them something special and true.

COnvince them to stop running on those wheels, 

I will supply them with loving meals

that will satisfy the hunger they have inside

all of thier needs will be supplied.

Just look up for my face when you need to be calm, 

I will hold you close to my heart as you rest in my palm.