Pieces of Poetry

This is a small offering, in light of the fact that everyone has a different point of view. The same situation, seen in all the eyes that bear the pain of life. Its not really finished yet, but its not so bad if ya give it a chance. :]

    

Step by Step

A little piece of poetry by Molly Buckingham

I walk my road, and I live my life.

Locked in the constant struggle, with worry and strife.

I walk, but now or then it's flight or fight, 

forcing the beauty and might of this light,

far in the darkness, its in my sight.

But never enough to be more then slight.

I march my way, under orders from those unseen,

these others far from those known as my brothers.

I will fight for their flight, in all the chaos of such things.
Just one explosion can topple Kings,
scared and alone, we fail to see the deepest dings.
In pride and honer, when brought so low
as to hurt those we know are slow.

I trudge my path, as every man must,
working to be the best above my lust.

Oh, how tepting to be tempted,
  when it seems there is no redemption.

Not for this deprived soul, is there any higher role,
                    yet to be played in this world we know is spoiled.                   

                                        Yet grace is everlasting and will not be casting us away,
                                although we may deserve all the fires of hell, the Lord has seen us clean.

March and Flow

As the flow of time marches steadily forward, each step, a step of action, purpose, and freedom. I feel in my feelings a feeling of poise. Pensively I wait, waiting for something more. And in my waiting, my weighting becomes to much. To much to bear on this sorry soul. I, the sorry one, once such a one, always to be known as such a sorry thing. Yet He, the One of Great Works. Although I cannot fathom Him in my mind of small spaces, in comparison I am small indeed. Small of mind? not me but you. All you who I know not. For not such a one could be of little thinking, for although small of mind our thinking often leads us far, we the human construct. Creations of the Creator, Sovereign of the universe, and  all outside of it. Beyond the thoughts of our being, and outside of our understanding lies the One who loves above all, and all He see's, He loves. What a blessing that He see's all. Yet I am reminded of the march and flow that shall forever rule this tiny life I stand connected too. So often of the utmost importance, yet of such little importance in the utmost of circumstances. Such circumstances being the will of the One, and all He deems so shall be so. And if it is so, he has deemed it be. Know this, one of small mind. He is Much and much is what He does in your life.