Thursday, March 26, 2015

Why Wait?

Why wait to do something?

Why wait to be great?
Take a step of faith.

Do something you've never done,
Go into the unknown.
There's a realm of impossibilities,
I dare you to stray from reality.

Quiet yourself,
Drown out the noise.
Instead of dreaming about change, be it!

Why do you want to do that?
I raised you to be better than that!
Who do you think you are?
What do you think you can accomplish?

What is that exactly?
What do you mean?

Stop with the questions.
Many times, they are just a hinderance.
You can be great now!

In case you don't already know, you ARE great now!
The potential in you is just lying dormant.

Don't wait for someone else to do it.
Don't wait for someone else to speak it.
Don't wait for someone else to make it.

Inspire. Motivate. Challenge.
These are words of action.

I'm not qualified.
I'm not talkative.
I don't know the right people.
I'm not from the right kind of family.
I've never done anything good in my life.

No more excuses!
Make up your mind.
I'm not going back. I'm pressing forward.
Blazing a trail.

I won't wait.
I will tell.
Things will change.

I choose to believe in myself.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

From the Heart

I hear Your whisper, I need to find my refuge in You.

I don't know what the next step is,
So many twists and turns,
My head spins

And then I remember
You are faithful,
You change not,
You carry me when I can't find the strength to rise.

Hear my cry,
I need you now.
I need your help.
Rescue me from myself.

Thoughts bombard my mind.
What will I do?
Where will I turn?

In the stillness, I am reminded of your promises.
You haven't failed me yet.
You've always provided.
I choose to trust You.

I don't have to know the answer
Just have know that You do.
You have my best interests at heart.
I will follow You.

Lead me, Lord.
Reveal Your truths.
I want to know You in all of Your glory.
I want to know the depths of your love.

I surrender.
I surrender to Your voice.
I will obey.
I will lay down my life once again.
I give You all of me.

Monday, March 23, 2015

For the Woman Who Has Lost Her Smile

woman smiling, happy
© Tammy Sanders
Why is it so hard to smile?
I've seen young women with a permanent frown.

What battle are you fighting?
Do you feel as if you are going to drown?
I guess I just wonder what happened to happiness.

Has life sucked all of your joy?
Is life really so bad that you can't look people in the eye?
Again, I ask, why is it so hard to smile?

What happened to her I wonder?
What stories would she tell?

In her youth, she was jubilant
Expectant of things to come,
Were dreams dashed?
Did she run?

Then, life got heavy.
A husband lost his job, 
A friend moved away.

The woman became silent,
A shell of herself,
Only doing what was necessary, 
Nothing more, nothing less.

It wasn't a conscious decision,
It just sort of happened,
Her legs dragged and posture drooped
And then one day, her smile left.

She steeled herself against the storm,
Ignoring the questions and prying eyes,
She carried on, she would pass this test.

So until you can smile again,
Here's what I'll do,
I can't offer you money or rainbows,
And I don't know when the sun will shine,

But I have something that will not fade 
Even on your hardest days
I give you my smile, my hope, 
My faith that it will all be okay.

Thursday, March 19, 2015


Airplane window © olemexico via

This is a poem about observing things around you.

As I looked out at the sky,
I saw it
A fiery orange sunset lighting up the night.

I observed it for about twenty minutes
Cars sped by,
But my eyes were fixed on the show in the sky.

Lilac covered some parts,
And a dusty blue mottled the top.

Looking to my right,
I couldn't help but notice a dividing line.

This sight wasn't covered in crimson and purples,
It was dark and quite mysterious.

The dividing line between the two sides
Was also the connector.

The dark purple line that contrasted against the orange 
Blended into to the bluish gray hue
It didn't bid a welcoming hello.

Instead, it left me searching amid the black trees
Peeking out behind the branches
It was quite a scene.

It reminded me of two people
One hot and the other cold
Showy and bold.
Quiet. Reserved, Dark.
But often, there is a connecting line holding them together

The longer I stared,
The more the scene changed,
The bright colors faded 
Changing from intense to warm

Somehow both scenes blended in the sky
Before disappearing, gone in the night 

This is what I observed on a quiet night of waiting and watching.