Adventure, God, Poetry, Writing

Carrying Swords

Sometimes life just is.

Sometimes there are no answers.

Sometimes all we can do is…

  • Believe
  • Be faithful
  • Stand strong
  • Cherish the time
  • Choose to trust
  • Have mercy
  • Love

For in the end it is often not the weapon we chose to carry that defeats our enemy. Within our heart and soul a true warrior carries the Sword of the Spirit that forever is able to vanquish our enemies, in the name of Yeshua!

Yahuah is a warrior; Yahuah is His name.

Exodus 15:3
Grief, Life, Poetry, Writing

Unasked Questions

We all have questions that reside in our hearts and minds. They reside hidden inside. Sometimes they rest quietly and sometimes they are awakened.

I have many of my own questions of which I will never speak. I live with the not having the answers believing that someday in the undiscovered both the questions and the answers will no longer matter.

What say you?

and He will wipe away every tear from their eyes; and there will be no longer be any death; there will no longer be any mourning, or crying,or pain; the first things have passed away. ~Revelation 21:4

Life, Poetry, Writing

FREEFALLING – Who is there to catch you?

In the middle of the night, in the silence, in the darkness the voices in my head often scream the loudest causing my thoughts to freefall, piercing my heart. ❤

Do you have someone who you can trust to always catch you when you are freefalling?

My God is always there to catch me of that I do not doubt. Yet, sometimes I need someone with skin on. 😉

For me, this is my beautiful wife. My warrior queen who has stood by my side for over 25 years. Day in and day out she battles the enemies of our hearts, souls and minds. Enemies from within and from without.

I am blessed!

She reminds me what love, courage and grace were always meant to be.

Who will catch you when you are freefalling?

Life, Poetry

My Name is Nobody, What is Yours?

The old Cheers television show theme song contained the following lyric…

“Sometimes I wanna go where everybody knows my name.”

Well, sometimes if we are honest with ourselves and others we want to get away to places where nobody knows our names.

We need the escape, even a brief respite, from the chaos and responsibilities that hound us. Especially with everything that has happened in 2020 and now during this often hectic and crazy time of year.

Take time for yourself, it’s okay to not be okay. #SelfCare #Holidays #MentalHealth

Sometimes we wanna, and need to, go where nobody knows our name. #BlogPost #MentalHealth #Holidays

Do you ever feel the need to just get away, to some place where nobody knows your name?

#JustBelieve #HopeLives #LiveYourDreams

Life, Poetry, Writing

Supporting Poets and Helping Others

2020 has been a troubling year for all, some more than others. Do you need some support and self-hope? Do you know someone who does? If so, take a look at this.

My Still Waters – An Anthology of Self-Hope

A poetry anthology by A.B. Baird Publishing

The book My Still Waters is available for presale on Amazon.com right now and on track to be available for purchase Dec. 10th!  Get your copy ordered today! Order a couple more for family and friends and please share the link with others as well. The theme of the anthology is poems related to self-hope, self-discovery and healing

The publishers narrowed the list of submissions to 120 poems for inclusion in the anthology. I had 5 poems selected for inclusion in the published anthology. Better yet two received honorable mentions and my poem ‘Wake the Beast‘ made the short list of the top 25 and then the top 11 to compete for the people’s choice award.

I tiptoe around afraid to wake the beast – He rests sleeping his power unreleased “Wake the Beast” #poetry #poetrycommunity #amwriting #writerslife

Purchase a copy of the anthology and you can read the rest of the poem. 😉 As well as poems by many other talented writers.

Grief, Poetry, Stories, Writing

Separate Journeys – Why Do We Bury Our Fears?

A short excerpt from my upcoming memoir ‘Cowboys Are Not Supposed To Cry to be published by Christian Faith Publishing in spring of 2021 (emphasis below added).

“I only want her to not be in pain.”

He looked at me with a look of both sadness and resignation, his voice low and measured, “That is what I am focused on.”

I nodded in agreement, and he turned and walked away. I watched him stride down the hall his white lab coat flaying out at his sides. Standing for a moment alone, I collected myself midst the noise of the corridor.

Forcing myself to turn, I slowly walked back into the hospital room. I plastered a smile on my face and buried the fear so far down where I believed it could never be unearthed.

~Mark Wayne ©2020

What have you buried?

What if it were to be found?

Life, Poetry

Will You Remember Me?

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“I wanna know, will you remember me when forever comes and goes?” #Promises

This little poem, if you want to call it that, in question form was written and posted back on October 25, 2016 right here on this site. It is now four years later and the question still lingers although I think we all deep down inside know the answer.

We have all made promises to do this or that. Promises we swore we would keep forever.

“In the end forever comes and goes.” #Promises

As time marches on we are often left alone, holding onto the empty promises. Promises made by others and those we made ourselves. Or perhaps we broke our own promises with our own hands.

Either way, I believe the question can still remain and it often haunts each of us.

“Will you remember me?” #Promises

I believe the answer is YES!

The impact we make on others, whether good or bad, will be long remembered. There is never a neutral encounter, make your impact a positive one! And when they remember you, it brings smile to their face and a joy within their heart. ❤