OVAD #23

 

Forget perfection.

Forget about that wicked thing;
A thorn-ed rose that naught but stings.

Realize that in its place,
Our brokenness is full of grace.

OVAD #22

The hungry children stand with open mouths
To catch a drop of wisdom on their tongues

This constant thirst, never satisfied
Is the only thing keeping them alive

OVAD #21

First mistakes give me the shakes,
Seconds cause a welt.
Third mistakes are mere dull aches,
And fourths are hardly felt.

 

OVAD #20

The hammer falls to strike again.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

To forge the steel that will demands.

Clang! Clang! Clang! 

Take pause for breath and count to ten.

Out. In. Out. In

Then raise your arm to start again.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

OVAD #19

A while it took, for me to see
My head is where my heart should be

OVAD #18

The pen is the prophet
Of which we are the profiteers.

Craft spells from ink wells,
Sacred rites on dark nights.

Though my plight is: 'Who am I crafting for?'

OVAD #17

The first mile.
The hardest mile.
The mile of frost and failing will.

Through heights unknown we press.
Through wind and rain, Through sweat and pain
Through doubt and all the rest.

When all is said and done, We’ll stand out in the sun
To look on fields stretched out below;
Our journey’s just begun