This Is How We Overcome

I got a song for y'all that I wrote the other day...I hope you like it! If you're musically-minded, I also have a version with the chords that I play while singing it available at the bottom of this post.

a wint'ry poem

I hear nothing but my brain creating
White noise to fill the void of sound surrounding me
Perhaps instinct is telling me that everything
Including the ice crystals bombarding me
Creates tiny explosions upon impacting
That vibrate the molecules nearby which carry
Through the air to tiny bones that give me hearing
But now, these vibrations are muffled before they reach me
As the multitude of inundating flakes are being
Absorbed by the snow that blankets the ground around me
So I hear nothing but myself explaining
The reason for the lack of sensation in me

a chuckle and a sound

Amused, God looks me in the spirit
He has no need to verbalize
My ignorant folly, for I can hear it
Simpering softly before my eyes

How could I be so blissfully unaware
Of my own assumption of doubt?
That I believe the power of prayer
Is lacking in heavenly clout?

Whether I pray for my own sake
And the wisdom to prioritize,
Or for those caught in life's wake,
Or for a friend's spiritual fire to rise

Why does He choose to act and move?
It's not because I am devout,
But so the Mighty One can prove
Himself to man is what He's all about

"Pullman is Dead", a poem

Pullman is dead
Summer killed it
The life has been sucked from Pullman

Not completely...
Some of my friends,
A few who stay for the summer

I can smell it
The emptiness
Like a building before living

Quiet, peaceful
Unmoving sound
Disinfected, disconnected

Only shadows
Here rest, lazy
Leaving them till fall breaks the still

Make myself heard
But none to hear
Within earshot, people are not

So, to you, Lord
I take my cry
Knowing that you listen, attuned

I recognize
From His wisdom
The emptiness of godlessness

Like Waller Hall
At the moment
Would my heart be, but Him in me

Filling my void
Giving purpose
To direct and guide me, His child

I will never
No, not ever
Be lonely then, ever again.

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Author's note: Check out this song by Rob Evans, called "The Donut Repair Club" by Rob Evans, which has this line in it: "Life without Jesus is like a doughnut / ... / 'Cause there's a hole in the middle of your heart / When Jesus fills your heart / He satisfies your soul / Like a pastry nugget in a doughnut hole".