Friday, June 2, 2017

Ink Spills From the Heart

This is a collection of short poems I wrote. They have no relation to each other. 

I cannot see the tops of the mountains 
Nor can I view the bottom of the sea
How much more can I fathom 
The height and depth of your love?


Walls falling down
But steeple still standing 
Glad to be a house of God 
Because even though the congregation 
Had left years ago 
God is still there


You will die 
The memory of you may die 
But your influence cannot die


Ink spills from the heart 
Story’s pour forth 
Like the crashing of a waterfall
Some stories permanently stain 
The paper of the heart 
Some fade with time 
All built the person 
Into who they are


This last one is about a friends grandmother who died this year. 

I never knew you 
You never knew me 
but we both knew of each other
I don't know what they told you 
About the things that I did 
But I know what they said about you
And you influenced me
Even though we never met
I could see your love 
In your descendants 
and that's just one of the things 
 That made you an amazing picture 
of God's priceless love


  1. Sometimes, you can say a lot with just a few words.... Love what you did with these short but sweet poems ! xx

    1. Aww, thank you so much, Emily. Your encouragement really means a lot to me. <3

  2. These are all so good. You are really good at poems!


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