ironically so...

complexity stirs at all the wrong times,
simplicities fade away when the moment is right.
the best of you is knocking on your door,
while you search for someone else's better half.
'silence is golden,' and yet the quiet
is making the bitterness even more tangible.
blackness, the only backdrop for the stars,
considered unruly due to the absence of light.

the moon, counterfeit of the sun, at times the
only way to see the shape your own hand is making.
the sun, as it rises, shines through the blinds
and instantly interrupts one who is dreaming.
lies are lurking expectantly around the corner,
but the truth is told as tears well up and spill over.
deeper love is better than the shallow kind,
and yet the deep thinker is scorned for questioning.

you work towards the bright future till you realize
it's here at last, only a little dimmer now.
what you always wished for you hold in your hands,
as you fight for the one thing you can't have.
the Maker of all defends, forgives, and protects,
with the Deceiver hovering in the midst.
it's said 'there's a fine between love and hate,'
but God is only one, most assuredly He wins out.
(c) 2009

word of the day: scout

i wrote: "i was a scout once--girl scout to be exact. i never made it past a Brownie. i remember making gingerbread houses out of cute candy and receiving pinned badges that i felt were undeserved. badges on a sash around my chest just for making a candied house... that's love."