Scars

Oh Lord my God, I ponder
on matter of the past
I think of friends and foes alike
but scars appear at last.

I push them gently to the side
hoping I wont recall
those painful times in yesterdays
the hurtful times I fall.

They come to me so evil
threatening to break free
these scars of mine would open
and my sins the world would see.

But in this I must harbor
and put my doubts aside
Because my Lord and Savior
for me already died.

Poem #4

Fatigue

Oh what man am I to be?
What song my lungs expel
the being in this mind
what words can I not tell?

Through life the things I know
and things that I could be
what does it take to know
what potential is in me?

What lies so deep within
this box of treasures bright
what darkness do I hold
that can be changed with light?

What man I ought to be
is less of what I know,
but what I cannot be
is what I now must show.

A record here is set,
a race too far to run
oh, what is left to tell
what else is left undone?

What state is this that I
the person that I am
can even bear the weight
like atlas I do stand.

Upon these feeble knees,
a poor and useless soul
deep down into my life
I beg for this control.

I seek for greater works
a higher light than mine
and after all I search
confused with what I find.

Answers so forthcoming,
yet I understand them not
my mind to try the word
the answer that I got.

It's something slow and searching
something I cannot say
and oh if God be willing,
I'll fight for one more day.

Poem #3
In the 6th stanza, the last line I couldn't really read Ed's handwriting so I'm not sure if it is supposed to say Atlas or not. Probably not, but I can't figure it out.

The Shark and the Snail

It's a peculiar thing
that I bring to the table
a most trying dilemma
most epic a fable.

Please sit a while
and hear of my tale
of this noble a duo
the shark and the snail.

Two creatures on earth
did ne'er exist
with on, such a bond,
and friends such as this.

But what could they do,
oh what could they be
for worlds they describe
but never could see.

So time went on
and wonders they told
of what lay beneath,
above and below.

They told what could be
and thought even more
of what it was like
on the other one's shore.

So desperate they were
for the other one's home
they forgot who they were
and did aimlessly roam.

It didn't take long
for the snail to devise
a method to visit
this land most aprized.

With a run and a jump
with all of his might
he leapt from the ledge
and barely took flight.

With a most silent plop
he was under the brine
'mong Flotsam and Jetsom
no peace did he find.

He sank to the depths
of the ocean's dark floor
and the shark and the snail
could be friends never more.

So the story must be,
and remember this friends,
to life's discontent
you ne'er may tend.

Poem #2

Untitled

Why is my mind so feeble,
my heart less than it should
Why can't I manage all the things
my body thinks it should?

What things can be forgiven
What things can I still learn
Why are there things I wish for
for better days I yearn.

Like china, I am fragile,
like snowflakes so serene
but none could know the depth
or see who I have been.

When I feel alone and helpless,
when i find my mortal land
there's one I always turn to
or eventually I find.

Like looking in the mirror
his face sees through my soul
and finds me peace and comfort
when there's no self control.

He needs a heart that's willing
I pray that mine may be
I know that grace is calling
and he can set me free.

It's not that I deserve it
or by some merit won
for it's no prize I've taken
not for the things I've done.

These things are not recorded
nor on condition met
no; grace will come and find me
and bring me closer yet.

Save our souls, I beg thee
for lost out here at sea
are wary broken sailors
so many just like me.

A light on the horizon
comes cutting through the night
and upon my very asking
restores me to they sight.

And here I leave my epic
but my story never ends
for to my need my Savior
never fails to tend.

Poem #1: These are poems that Ed has sent home and asked me to share.