Everyday Walk

Trip, fall down those descending stairs.
Choke, swallow all that pride.
Kick, scream with pent up frustration.
Steam, cool off from stress.

Hope, faith hardest to come by.
Love, peace not easy to live by.
Patience, longsuffering seems far away.
Joy, truth should be the way we live.

Easy, tempting enough to give in.
Road, leading to a final destination.
World, sin bringing me to my knees.
Evil, wickedness everywhere we turn.

Kindness, giving should be our actions.
Meekness, humility our attitude.
Good, humble in our demeanor.
Righteousness, being our everyday walk.

Drained, weakened by evil doers.
Cut, bleeding our heart screams.
Danger, traps our constant worry.
Fear, consume our every thought.

Rise, lift up Yah’s Qodesh name.
Sing, praise his glorious wonders.
Rejoice, declare his works to the world.
Live, Laugh, Love him forever more



Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

She has come

She is nearing.
Her approach silent.
She comes like a thief in the night.
One moment gone.
The next standing by your side.

She creeps in the night.
Unlike her companions.
She is the coldest.
Bringing on the first shiver.
She has come to stay.

The season has come.
She will be here.
Not to leave us be.
We are stuck till the unforeseen.
She has frozen time.

Her smile broadens.
Cold as ever.
Content in this winter wonderland.
Winter has brought her beauty.
I am here to stay.



Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Fiction

Shifting in and out of awareness.
Constant chaos my companion.
Having long ago found my escape.
Drifting away from the present.

Where are my allies?
Why do arrows strike the ground?
Reality is a haven for the misconceived.
Fiction being hell for the common.

Not like you or I.
We find solace in vibrancy.
Not like you or I.
Who find joy in the unusual.

Enemies are my closest friends.
Watching my back.
Waiting for the opportune moment.
To use their polished dagger.

Think not that I am innocent.
I see all that is not heard.
I hear all that is not seen.
Think not that I do not know.

Non-fiction has become a horror.
Where to escape?
There is no door in view.
Where to run from beautiful villains?

Woe, to this misconstrued world.
Fear is their comfort.
Holding tightly to it.
Never to release their pacifier.

Who are you who think to trick such as I?
Your target is not so easy.
You will soon find.
This fiction is very real.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Unfinished Poem

(This is a poem I wrote years back. I couldn't find the inspiration to write a new one. I figured I would just post an older one. I pray you enjoy it.)


Her pen lingers on an empty page.
Her thoughts wandering to a new scheme.
Should she write about life?
Should she write about love?
Or should she write about the unseen?

Not knowing which of these to pick.
Her thoughts falling to the unknown.
Why does she have this curiosity?
Searching for answers that cannot be known.
Why can she not write like all the others?

How does she write about life?
If she has not lived it?
How can she write about love?
If she has never felt it?
How can she write about the unseen?
When even the scholars do not know?

Should she write a playful poem?
No, too jolly.
A sad and tragic poem?
Too dramatic.
A tale about love?
Then again, what does she know?
Oh! The life of a poet.
Trying to conjure up what no one has.
It is all so un-befitting.

Ah! The inspiration for a poem has come.
Why did she not think of this sooner?
A child could have thought of it.
It took her this whole poem.
To think of such a simple answer.

She should write from her heart.
Now wouldn’t that be a great start?


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Shining Knight

Tempt me not with falling stars.
Nor frighten me with possibilities.
Stay, I pray of you.
Stay your hands from these things.

These works, worked in night.
Hiding from the world their deeds.
Fear not me!
I am but a humble witness.

Flickering lights waver with wariness.
Secrets whispered through the cracks.
Hatching wonderfully strange plots.
Plans to make the irresistible.

Thy clothing speaks of wealth.
Thy air of nobility.
By ye my shining white knight?
Or be ye a horror of the night?

Cast not your charms before me.
Nay, I say to leave my sight.
Oh, ye horror of the night.
Ye be no shining knight.

Plots fall to the dirt packed floor.
Failure heavy like a weighted chain.
New plots come to mind.
While conjuring a new web.

Cunning as the slyest fox.
Ye come like a maiden fair.
Lovely as the loveliest dame.
Ye have caught thy prey.

Get thee gone thou wicked one.
Thou shining light will not work.
On such as I who see beyond.
Beyond thy evil schemes.

Ye have no power here.
Oh, ye worker of the night.
Ye be no shining knight.
Thou has lost thy fight.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©

Trip to Farmors

I always love going to my Farmors (Grandma's) house. She lives in a beautiful part of this state. Just about every time I go there are humming birds everywhere. They are just too much fun to take pictures of. Hope you enjoy the pics as much as I enjoyed taking them!

Rainbow

There are times in our life that we just need a little reminder of Yah and his amazing grace and promises.