Clockwork Boy

What is wrong, little clockwork boy?
Why so glum? Why no tick-tock joy?

Is it this: that your cogs are clogged?
Is it that this rain made you rust?

Tick: you feel almost right again.
Tock: you fall with no help from friends.

Coiled up springs, interlocking gears;
Wound by hand many times a year.

Without care, the clock starts to slow.
Loneliness causes rust to grow.

Springs unsprung because no one cares.
No friends here; all are unaware.

Broken ropes, worn from constant use.
Cracked axels, hurt by friends: abused.

Who is there to mend; to repair?
Can you run after you are snared?

Have no fear, little clockwork boy.
Christ is near, to fill you with joy.

He can clean; you will be like new.
No more rust; polished and so true.

So smile now, little clockwork boy!
No more fear, no more worthless toy.

Wound up now to face the new day;
Ready to take the step of faith.

Who can know what adventures wait?
Listen now, hear that storm abate?

Weathered, beaten, pummeled, broken;
Another hurt around each bend.

Barely making it through each year,
Enduring every painful tear.

Until, at last, you were found there;
A shadow of what you once were.

Gentle hands picked you up softly;
Showed you a little mystery:

Every crack, every broken piece,
Used to make a fine masterpiece.

All the dents, scratches and scrapes,
Used by God in what He has made.

You are now something grand and new!
More beautiful than crystal dew.

Clockwork boy, loved and cherished too,
You have joy in the black and blue.

So my dear, little clockwork boy;
Never fear, never lose your joy.

I love you dear, always, ever.
Sleep tonight, a peaceful slumber.

One last thought, little clockwork boy…
I love you lots, in Christ: my joy.

Time Frost

“… So I been tryin’ to slow it down, I been tryin’ to take it easy.
In this here today, gone tomorrow world were living in, don’t blink…” Don’t Blink by Kenny Chesney

Life is short, no more than a vapor according to the Bible. It’s funny how often I need reminded of this. So often we just focus on good days past, or future days we’re looking forward to, when we really need to be looking at the day we are in right now.
Don’t blink, because in the blink of an eye, you can miss the most precious moments of your life.
I know things get busy, but there is always time to just slow down for a second, even in a hallway on the way to class, and just find something around you or in your life to thank God for.
Not only that, but look for someone else around you. I get very self-centered quite often, slowing down and just taking the time to say hello to a stranger, cheering someone else up, can make a profound difference in both of our lives.

Drifting Away

My eyelids flutter as I resist
The urge and want to sleep.
The night time calls and does not desist;
My thoughts start to merge with dreams.

I wander down a narrow path
That has no seeming end.
A ship with sails of the past
Passed me like a friend.

A rope was lowered down the side
For me to grab I supposed.
I took hold and was drawn up right
To the deck of who knows.

There was no crew or captain there,
On that great and dreamy ship.
It took me far from anywhere,
To a place where memories fled.

As the breeze filled the sails with
Hopes and wishes and dreams,
I laughed and cried and felt bereft
As they floated away from me.

The ship took me places I’d never been
Where even my imagination gaped.
My heart beat fast at what was seen,
Extremes of both love and hate.

Oh roller coaster ride of my life,
Stop at once. I beg you, have mercy.
Tired, frail, and broken am I;
So please, take me back in a hurry.

The ship does not alter its course or route
One second of a single degree.
How do I end this nightmare right now
And put an end to this, my suffering?

A bright light blinds me in my fears
As the ship is suddenly gone!
I found that, on the path, I appeared;
So thankful that it was done.

As my dreams and thoughts divide,
My eyes open to day,
I thank Christ for saving my life
When I was drifting away.

The Upside of Down

The bitter cold coats a bush in a thick layer of hoar frost.

The bitter cold coats a bush in a thick layer of hoar-frost.

“Funny how we figure out
where happiness is found
In the midst of this sadness I’m closer to You now
And that’s the upside of down, the upside of down
It’s all switched around, I lost and I found
The upside of down” – “The Upside of Down” by Chris August

That’s the way it is in life and faith. It’s an encouraging note though, that when our lives do get turned upside-down, it often time brings us to the place where we really rest and rely on Christ. He is our never-changing rock, a firm foundation, and our protection in the most inhospitable environment. We are not held down by our sorrows because our faith is in someone who nothing in this world can affect.

This week we had a couple really cold snaps. On my way into work I spotted this beautiful bush covered in hoar-frost. That bush will endure the hoar-frost until summer comes and then it will bloom. In the meantime, that bush is enduring the sorrow that has engulfed it. Hoar frost supposedly got its name from the word hoar, which is an Old English adjective that refers to showing signs of old age, because it looks like white hair covering things. Hoar frost ages things, so will stress and fatigue. That bush is a reminder that I need to endure whatever trials come my way because I know that spring will come eventually.

God gives me that strength in the good times and the upside-down times. Find the upside in down, because I can assure you that there is ALWAYS an upside to the down.