BRIAR

i don’t want  

to fall again, 

but there you are 

with open hands 

& a heart full of 

love songs.  

 

;it’s frightening  

9.17.18 

BRIAR 

 

….. 

 

i’m kind of tired of waiting 

for love to find me. 

i don’t think it likes hide & go seek 

& quite frankly, 

neither do i. 

 

9.13.18 

BRIAR 

 

….. 

 

i’m the girl 

with the paper 

& pen 

writing myself  

into 

feeling again. 

 

;writer’s block 

9.10.18 

BRIAR 

 

…… 

 

day; 

 

she talks in yellow 

& dreams pastels 

moves like sunlight 

& ocean swells. 

 

night; 

 

she drinks in roses 

& blinks back rain 

sings the lyrics 

of her own pain.  

 

;duality 

8.2.18 

BRIAR 

 

…… 

 

for you,  

words are nothing— 

empty syllables on lazy tongues. 

 

but for me, 

they are heavy things, 

boiling in the pit of my stomach 

until they rise like fire  

& thunder to the surface. 

 

;words have power 

7.19.18 

BRIAR 

 

…… 

 

outside 

the seas are raging 

wind howling at the gates 

the sky bruised black with 

rain clouds 

blotched with careless paint. 

 

but here 

my hope grows freely 

i look up without pain 

my fingers brush the petals 

of the flowers that You made. 

 

here 

my fears go silent 

there’s quiet in my head 

the trees reach long above us 

the darkness fallen dead. 

 

walking in the garden 

along the path You paved 

hand in hand with Glory 

knowing i am saved.  

 

so let the storms go howling 

whatever they may say 

my ears are filled with singing 

with You, Lord, i will stay.  

 

;in the garden 

6.24.18 

BRIAR 

 

….. 

 

i bit my tongue 

until the taste of blood 

replaced the words 

i was too afraid to say.  

 

;i will not be afraid anymore 

5.11.18 

BRIAR 

 

….. 

i made it. 

past the heartbreak 

& bitterness. 

through happiness  

& pain. 

through love 

& the loss of it 

through the trials 

& the trusting. 

i finally made it 

h o m e. 

 

& He was there to welcome me 

just like He promised He would be. 

 

;light & momentary troubles 

4.28.18 

BRIAR 

 

….. 

 

 

what is it 

to rest 

in the Hands 

of my King? 

it is to be quieted 

by love 

and wrapped 

in peace.  

it is to laugh 

with joy 

in victory. 

it is to leave 

my fears 

& past  

behind 

and sink into 

the deep 

Divine. 

 

;i am Yours and You are mine 

4.18.18 

BRIAR 

 

…… 

 

i buckled my tongue  

to the roof of my mouth 

and threw my soul in a vault 

made of ice. 

 

;but now both are loosed  

& the words won’t stop coming. 

2.22.18 

BRIAR 

 

……. 

 

there is wonder 

in the wait; 

a touch of magic 

glowing dim. 

there is beauty  

trapped in space; 

woven tightly 

between ribs. 

 

;my heart waits for you 

10.15.18 

BRIAR