The Iron Rod

Seeking

© February 16, 2012 (Emma Joy Huls)

The Iron Rod

The lord gave me life

But to what end will it be

He gave me a family that loves me

And he gave me a life to live

But to what road will it lead

I am wondering in this misty forest

Keeping a hold of the iron rod with my left hand

And holding my soul in my right

I am walking straight

For I know that holding on to the iron rod

I will and I can achieve the highest of all goals

For no matter what path I go on or that

My life is taken on I will hold

And I will hold tightly to the rod of iron

The rod of truth

The rod of the Lords Love and guidance

Looking beyond the mist I see

The lost and I see the confused

And I hear their screams of frustration

As the flies of temptations eat at their flesh

Looking away from the pain I begin to cry

As I hear their screams echo through the never ending

Misty woods. .

And I wonder. ..What end will I have?

 What end will they have?

They are lost and too far for me to reach

And Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I let go

Just for a second

Just a small short second

So that I can grab on and pull them back

Back to the safety of the Iron rod

But I quickly dismiss the thought

For that would lead to utter destruction of my soul

And who says that they would take hold

Or heed to my words

For I cannot take the agency that the lord gave unto each of us

They are free to choose and I ache at their choice. 

© February 16, 2012 (Emma Joy Huls)

The Lord

© February 12, 2012

thouhts

There happen to be some days where you just want to sit down and give up....

but then you look yourself in the mirror and give yourself a pep talk...

then you push yourself to get up and ready for the day. 

but then come those days your unable to push yourself so you just give up. 

yet then other days your not allowed to give up...

because friends, and family help shove you along your way.

but when I look myself in the mirror and just want to give up...

when my little pep talk does not work, I think of my saviors love,

and the way he died for me, 

and then when even that does not get me on my feet and out the door

I think of all those who have sacrificed, and all those who have lost so much

and I thought my life was bad.

Then I scoot my way out the door paste a smile on my face and I

actually  become actively involved in looking for my place in life

and I look for something to make my life worth while. . . . 

© February 10, 2012

Unsolved Mysteries

Unsolved Mysteries

A spell full tear 

is nothing 

more than a 

missing laugh

A missing laugh 

is nothing 

more than a 

beaten soul

A beaten soul

is nothing

more than a 

shattered heart

And yet a shattered heart 

is only a

missing piece

to the unsolved mysterious

puzzle of life.

© February 3, 2012 (Emma Joy Huls)

Good-Bye

Good-Bye

Walking only to run

talking only to scream

trying to sing out my melody

I squeak out an empty tune

laughing empty laughs 

to empty jokes

crying not fake but real tears

of a truly real sorrow

wandering from

place to place

only to be shut out by the old

and misunderstood

by the new

closing my book of secrets

before any can catch a word

I say good bye

to something in the past

something in the future

and the confused,

frustrated present me.

© February 2, 2012 (Emma Joy Huls)

Support We Gave

Support We Gave

Traveling on the wings of invisibility

To a place that

Only now exists in a long ago

Distant Memory

I see your face

And

I see your pain

And

I ache to help

But I know I can’t

So I dance around

To dance

With my fellow angels

Giving our support

As you bled

For our mistakes

Standing by we could not help

Bear the burdens

You had to bear

For us all

So dancing around

In the bright moonlight

We hold our ground

Lending our support

Encouraging you and latter

When you were taken, and tortured

When friends abandon you

We flew overhead

Whispering

“were here”

As you hung between thieves

We carried your spirit away

And helped guide you on

Your way.

You paid the price for our

Past and future mistakes

And we were unable to help

Bare the burden

So support was all we

Could offer to our dear

Brother

Jesus Christ. . .

© February 2, 2012 (Emma Joy Huls)

Open Eyes

Open eyes look in to my soul

I try to run from those honest open eyes

But only end up running to the eyes of death

And they don’t just look but they

Tear and rip open the

Secrets of my soul

Running I slip, and I trip over

The spilled secrets that flow from my

wounds as blood from a wound

as I crash to the

ground my tears flow and

mix with the ruined secrets

but as I glance up I see once again

the honest open eyes looking down

sadly at my ruined state

as I look into

those eyes I bow my head in shame,

but instead of a lecture I feel an arm go around me,

I feel the power of his kind, open and honest soul

And looking back up I see his smile

And his eyes hide no secrets only

A tale a story

Of the pain he suffered so long ago,

So that I would not have to suffer completely alone

Staring in his eyes and feeling his arm around me to help me, to support me

I get to my feet and slowly, so slowly

I gain my own balance,

my wounds close and leave nasty scares that in time go away, ‘

but only after my long journey of traveling up and up the mountain to

a place of peace

a place of love

and a place of acceptance. . .

© January 30,2012 (Emma Joy Huls)