Shrouded in a moment
Dazzled by a dream
Wrapped in the warmth
Of a summer sunbeam
Covered in a feeling
Protected by truelove
Sheltered beneath a canopy
Under the boughs high above
Guarded with devotion
Veiled in rays of light
Treasured by a king
Who loves with all his might
© 2019 Michelle Cook
I feel saddened by words
Which aren’t meant for me
Seems so often the truth
Hides in what I see
And my heart breaks
For what I know to be true
But my head tells me to ignore it
Now what should I do
Do I blindly let life
Lead me by
Enjoying the naïve view
Right in front of my eye
Or should I care
That the truth is hidden
Behind words I see
So plainly written
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Words cannot express
Everything you are
I’ve loved you forever
Even from afar
And on those days
That are cold and bleak
It’s you that I miss
You’re the one I seek
I cannot deny
The things I feel
It’s you that I love
These emotions are real
You’ll always be there
Concealed in my heart
The place where we never
Have to be apart
© 2019 Michelle Cook
To describe him is an impossible task
He is literally everything
And yet so often
We don’t even recognize him
And I ask myself this…
How can someone be “all”
In every way imaginable
But not be revered as such
Are we that full of ourselves
Consumed by the cosmos
The one that He created
That we choose to disregard him
Without hesitation most days
All because he doesn’t suit
Our desirous and covetous needs
I feel I fail miserably
Right in the front of the One
Who gave me my whole life
What does that say about me
What does that say about any of us?
© 2019 Michelle Cook
* Just as I finished writing this piece this morning, and was reading it out loud to myself, a freak snow storm came out of nowhere, with snowflakes the size of my fists. I don’t even know how to describe the wave of emotions that washed over me in that moment. It was truly indescribable. God always is…
Who am I?
Some say I’ve changed
But have I?
Or am I merely revealing
Who I always was
Maybe I’m just fed-up
With people not understanding
Perhaps I’m finally breaking free
From always hiding the true me
There seems to come a time
When we can no longer be afraid
To let others finally see
Our true identity
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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