Hi all,

I have a newly penned poem that I’d like to share with you! You’ll be able to find this poem and many others in my upcoming book Snapshots: Of the Coming Glory!

Dead Ends and Open Doors

Please, don’t remind me again,
It hurts as deep as any sin,
See me now begin to blush,
See my blood begin to rush
To my head.
Like I said,
The path of pain does only now begin.

Now I can’t say anything.
My ears will not stop from ringing,
Every door has now been shut,
Every trace of feeling, cut,
To avoid.
I am void,
It isn’t hard to refrain from singing.

Savor this grueling essence,
Speak my pain into Your Presence,
Numbing waves of stagnation,
Quite the lack of sensation,
Beautiful.
Surreal,
Crowned by a strange light, holy resplendence.

From whence comes this redemption?
Did I not ask for exemption?
Still, an open door does form,
The LORD Himself does transform
My dead end,
and rescind
Every trace of inaction’s preemption.