When the Soul Cried Out for Meaning
Matter doesn’t matter,
Though kingdoms rise and fall.
Gold will lose its glitter,
Proud towers will fall small.
Dust returns to dust,
As every grave has shown.
But Christ has conquered death,
And calls His children home.
So let my heart seek treasure
No thief or moth can claim.
Matter doesn’t matter,
Only the love of Christ remains.
I know long and lonely roads.
My hands, like my pockets, are used to being empty.
There are pieces of me I’ll never find,
and still he tempts me.
I’ve lost money,
family,
lovers,
even friends who swore they were brothers.
An empty chair where she once sat—
a smile, a nod,
a little chat.
Yet through every loss, one truth remained:
Jesus.
Jesus never left me,
just as Saint Matthew proclaimed.
You broke my heart but not my spirit,
You left me bleeding in the rain.
You promised to protect me,
Then caused the pain.
I searched for love in empty places,
For arms to hold me tight.
But when I needed someone beside me,
I stared out shadows through the night.
Yet God was there in every tear drop,
Every battle no one knew.
When the world turned its back upon me,
He was there when I crawled through.
The scars I wear are not my weakness,
They are proof I made it through.
Tears, trauma, and lies
But I found my strength, in what was true.
And now I stand with love, still an anger of the past.
I was broke but not destroyed,
Ive a spirit built to last.
My heart still waits, beneath the fading skies.
For whispered dreams and old goodbyes.
Through storms and silence, I remain.
A flame that hopes beyond the rain.
Can this love now cross the silence?
Still, I cant put down the sword.
Still I love you less than violence.
I try to think of my next steps,
but different versions of me roar in my head.
I cannot force them into silence.
I try to ignore the noise
and focus on who I am becoming,
but even in stillness there is shouting—
a crowd inside my mind.
Yet beneath it all, I am not rushed.
Something deeper holds me steady.
I am not only conflict.
I am also preparation.
Not only war, but readiness for peace.
God, be present in this choosing.
Do not leave me to my divided self.
Be the still point in my turning,
the key to my release.
like a star I wrestle with the night.
but…
like a withered tree, I stretch out for the light.
Like a boat on high waves after the sun has set. I stand in the darkness, with fears I can’t forget.
The storm may be raging, the night may be long. But faith is my anchor, and hope is my song.
Hold on tight, let courage rise. Dreams are born beneath darkened skies.
One more wave, one more fight. The dawn will come, bringing light.
As fireworks ignite across the skies. My heart still aches and softly cries.
I love you, I miss you. This much is true. No lies are spoken, only thoughts of you.
I want to amaze you, like a thunderstorm above.
I want you to thank God for the birth of our love.
Your kiss I treasure, Your body I’ll caress,
But it’s your soul that He will bless.
They sit laughing in halls of shamed stone,
In a lust for power, stroking bone.
Feeding on the innocent, far right good to blame,
cloaking their hunger, with honours to name.
Trample their own, rake in the gain,
while the working class are buried in pain.
Their loathing lands with their word, their law.
We must challenge what we heard and saw.
The people toil - the governors command,
Inside his velvet glove - an iron hand.
Power built on a foreign fractured trust,
with fear, with loathing, with a perverted lust.
This our kingdom, built on hallowed ground,
Unite The Kingdom, streets must pound.
For every tower raised by greed,
Shall one fine day - bow to truth indeed.
Smith Shine Poetry