With childhood eyes, reflecting
Clear mountain day, remembering
Fresh cut hay, reviving
Together we’d play, etching
Memories never to be forgotten

The morning crisp, awakening

Searching for a God who believes the way you do

Searching for those who will be your friend

Searching for love…period

…Jeff Bresee

My heart aches with
No reason why
Though life is full
These tears I cry

Those who are near
Don’t understand
At times with them
I even stand

I’ve searched and sought

Much time I now spend, watching.

Watching as others pass by, living.

Living their lives.

I watch not for care of wanting to know them,

Or even so as to learn from what they do and say.

I have nothing more to write
I have nothing else to give
I have nothing left inside
I have no reason to live

I have everything that’s precious
I hold everything that’s dear

Awakened by song of long distant voice
A beam of light cuts the abyss
Serenades calling, the lost and the falling
Sneaking into lives gone far amiss

We wait for what we long for

We long for what we need

Impatience and Anxiety

Give root to errant deed

Which grows to yield but heartache

The fruit that poisons trust

I was once all things to everyone

Now I merely pretend to be

I act from behind a veil of emptiness

I wash my face so as to hide the trace

That all is not well

That all is not well

A million times I've pulled the trigger

A million times the voices quiver

But every time they come again

They can't be killed, there is no end

Is all then lost...no hope at all

Once a man of old age sat beside me and spoke,
And I listened and nodded polite.
He spoke of a difficult life long ago,
Days of hard work and hardship and strife.

I set out to live, I went out to give
My dreams for life set; I could see them.
But then as I went, and the more time I spent
The reality seemed…I can’t be them.

In search of truth
In search of light
In search of good
In search of right

Now if you seek
Which things are true
Take as your guide
This one sure clue

It never fails

“And there shall be weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth.”
I’ve read it and read it again.
And I’ve heard of it preached from all pulpits the same,

Will Heaven help me through this life? Will it be there in my need?
How much is mine to do alone? At which point should I plead?

There’s something worse than feeling sad, something worse than feeling blue.

There’s something worse than feeling had and knowing you’ve been used.