I Never Cry Alone

By Melissa Wren

I never cry alone

for when You’re with me I am home.

You never cease to be

the fullness inside of me.

And when I’m standing still,

I’m in the center of Your will.

You take me by the hand

leading me through the sinking sand

Of time as it passes by

showing Your promises never lie.

Through disappointment and tears of pain

Your arms around me, Your strength I gain.

I never cry alone

with my sorrow You do moan.

And in the joy we do rejoice

The good or bad, I hear Your voice.

You say, “Sweet child, precious wife

I weep with you during your strife.

You never cry alone,

I’m here until I call you home.”

A poem: The Christ in You

By Melissa Wren

Honesty, devotion

an affection I never predicted

A friendship developed

from a heart that’s convicted

Your sweet nature observed

Your tenderness cherished

A love so preserved

from past relationships perished

You’re selfless and caring

with changes you’re sharing

Wiser than you know; a child of God

Miraculous to watch grow

Asking God for permission

to fulfill our desires

Humbled by the meaning of submission

as patience expires

Learning the blessings of perseverance

in this confused state

Waiting on God’s clearance

and the gifts that await

Seeing this unfold

without the force of self-will

Courageous and bold

asking God for resolve to stand still

The old you is gone

God is making you new

and I can’t help but falling

in love with the Christ inside of you.

A Poem: Away From The World

I've been honored to have the privilege of spending time with my good friend, Toni, the last two days. She's a good dose of dazzling delight, insightful inspiration, and finds joy and peace in all situations - good and bad.

It's been fun to sit out in the backyard and talk about writing and produce poetry together. She hosts the Open Mic poetry night on the Square in Granbury every third Saturday. Here poems have been featured twice in Granbury's Showcase Magazine. Here's one of her latest.

By Toni Gray

Away from the world

where no one can see

I sit privately

Peace within me

Imagining myself in New York City

in Barnes and Noble bookstore

with my name on the cover

Go beyond your highest limits

and dream big

someone told me one day

so I keep writing

not a dime to my name

happier than I’ve ever been

in my life

the pains can grow

or you can move beyond

one step closer

than you were before

No secrets

Just truth I must say

I wouldn’t even want to go shopping for pearls

I’d just sit in Central Park

and paint my nails red

gazing at the difference life has been for me

A trip worth making

Just pack your bags

You never know when the opportunity will arise

God’s just gotten started

The plans he has for me

The Texas heat takes a beaten

to anyone who lives

Kick your heels up anyway

The healing will begin

All I need is paper and pen

and my life feels complete

One more poem

Now I can breathe

The Matematician Slash Musician

By Melissa Wren

A mathematical equation
the gift of persuasion
all wrapped up in a miscalculation
from a lack of communication

The musical rhythm
of the leaves
as they cleave
to the hush of the winds
like our sins
disturbing our souls
in the throws
of yesterdays
until the haze
of the thunderstorm
clears and a new
solution is born,
a new path to sojourn

The mathematician slash musician
orchestrates the figures
of his illusion,
his very own foregone conclusion