The Power of Words

So much can be spoken. In so few words. The power to listen can work miracles in any kind of relationship, be it romantic, friendly, or familial.

Speak (Trying to Understand)
Hey, listen!
Run?
Walk?
PLEASE!
stop.
speak...
I'll listen.
Don't run.
Walk?
Please.
Just stop...
Wait...
Let's walk.
[ You
And Me.]

It's never too late to change where any relationship is heading or has gone. Change is possible. Hope is real. Life is amazing. Keep walking.

I hope you enjoyed my experiment with using punctuation to tell a story.

*Written Spring 2009

The Alchemist

Currently, I am in a play at BYU called "The Alchemist." It is adapted from the book written by Paulo Coehlo.

With a little over two weeks till we perform, I finally finished the book this morning. It is amazing! It is a story about a man named Santiago who finds himself drawn to discovering and fulfilling his own "Personal Legend." He has many encounters along his journey as he learns about the importance of letting go of fear and following his dreams. It is uplifting, inspiring and extremely well written. It was originally written in Portuguese, but has now been translated into 80 different languages, including English.

I have been amazed at how much of the book has been applicable to my own life. After all, the story of one man is the story of us all. It is quite a poetic novel if I may say so myself.

If you like "The Fault in our Stars," I would highly recommend checking out this amazing book as well. It provides a lot to contemplate. :)

Problems

Here is another poem by the lovely Syrena Finnell.

Problems

I have a lot of problems with me,
Just read this poem and you will see.
I'm allergic to touching certain plants;
I wonder if I'm allergic to touching ants...

Some body washes give me a rash.
If I were a computer, I would probably crash!
I'm allergic to things in some popcorns.
I've been this way since I was born.

If my hands get wet, my skin gets dry
Sometimes I feel like I'm going to cry.
And all these things that I have wrong,
I rightfully blame on my mom.

Pictures of the Past

This is a poem that I wrote in high school, so don't judge me. ;)

Pictures of the Past

This picture seems out of focus;
No more black and white.
Trying to wade through my past,
Who turned off my light?

It all seems so dim
As rainbows splash around.
Color by color flashes by,
Blurs with fading urban sound.

Trying to protect each other,
We deal out the pain.
Try to take the hand the we get;
Now, we'll see the rain.

Pressure on my hand releases
As we turn to go.
How this will end,
Neither one can know.

Fear and doubt give way
Just as I come to stand
And get back on the beam
Balancing above the land.

Finding Grace

This is one that I wrote a few years ago. It is still one of my favorites though. Sorry if you have already seen it. I just wanted to re-post it on my new blog because it really seems to go along with how I have been feeling lately. 


Finding Grace
Folded arms, bowing head,
Streaming tears upon my bed.
Pretense gone, lies forsook
Staring at that open book
Piercing words, parable,
Leads me to defer control.
Melting stone, changing heart
Filling in a missing part.
Speaking truth, hidden fears
Crying out till hope appears.
Searching soul, finding grace
Now safe within thy warm embrace.
Broken door, open wide
Lets him rush forth to my side.
Peaceful calm, He doth send
Oh Savior, my best friend.


Sometimes, change is hard and it can feel lonely. However, as I was driving home the other day, I just started talking to God. I told him how I felt that I wasn't doing enough. Then, the song "By Your Side" by Tenth Avenue North came on and I knew it was the Lord speaking back to me. "Why are you trying to earn grace?... Why are you still searching as if I'm not enough?... I'll be by your side whenever you fall."