Yada( intimacy with God)

Yada.

Like the waves
winds push us to and fro to shore
making little heaps or non
along the way
in hopes not to be
late of all the other things planned.

We sit together as I planned we would.
Eagerly I mention all
the breaks,trembles,storms
I faced along the journey.
All the faults,bruises
and oh the unfairness
on my poor soul.

Soon enough
I sit alone and
question You about
all the heart breaking rejections,
appearance,temptation
and the minority I find myself in.

Finally, I sit quietly
looking at the waves
and hear nothing back.
Repeatedly I quickly do this.
While You repeatedly
speak to me in the mist of it all.



(this poem talks of how we need to learn to listen to God even when we are not in devotion. just like at the Jada camp. Understanding that God is always there speaking to us but we are so busy with other stuff that we miss His voice.)

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The Break Up

Looking back now it seems
Like it is a painting
Of my shattered memories
Across the canvass.
Tiny me, standing with my head held high
In front of this six foot frame
Filled with nothingness that
...Oh so empty.
Desperately trying to hold on
To the little realities
Of my insane fragment.

Oh dear God
Could this not all be a dream.
Now I have to breathe in
The dust of letting go.