The Lover's Last

The days my mind
wanders into bliss
are the days I find
transcendent joy

The image of you
fills my heart
until my chest is
too full to breathe

The touch of your hand
sends chills through me
until I can no longer
bear to stand

Your grip on my heart
is unwavering
and you have led me
far from safety

My tomb shall read:
"Here lies the Lover
who loved until
her last breath"

What it will not say
is my Lover took
my breath away.



By Kayla Jentes

A World of Brokenness

People listen like megaphones

distracted by their telephones

I'm waiting to participate

thinking how to articulate

the feeling of emptiness 

I see in all this brokenness

The world spins round

and people make all these sounds

but when it comes down to it

all I hear is bull shit

People are empty, broken and lost

they turn to drugs, money, and alcohol

but there's a great cost

Why can't they see you?

Do they not know you're there?

Blind to your clues

as they sit their confused


by Kayla Jentes

Recognition

It lies so heavily on my shoulders
The weight crushing down on me
I put it all on myself to try for credit
But all I got is criticism

When I try, I fail
When I trust, He succeeds

Let it not be me, but Him through me
For His ways are best
My ways are a mess


By Kayla Jentes

Broken Mirror

I am a broken mirror
with a distorted reflection
of the Son that shines on me.
I want the world to see but
I am a broken mirror.

You expect me to portray this image
but you don't stop and realize

that I am broken and shattered

just like you.

We are all broken mirrors.

By Kayla Jentes 

The Word

In the beginning was the Word -- singular.

He spoke, with a word, everything into existence. 

With a word He brings down armies;

with a word the dead are raised.

So why do we waist words?

When with only one

we have that same power.

Because the God that spoke those words

now lives in me

By Kayla Jentes 

Weeping Willow

Like a weeping willow
she often sways in the wind
but as she sways
she weeps for what she has lost

But through her wavering 
her beauty shines through
because after each storm
her branches come to rest

for she is firmly rooted
in the soil of God, and
will never be uprooted. 


by Kayla Jentes

Today's John 3:16

People run through life
Technology in hand
They don't stop for a minute
Not even to dust off the sand

They work, work, work
And take, take, take
But never stop to give

For if they slowed down
Even for a moment
They would see the emptiness
Their pretend lives would shatter
And as ashes it would scatter

But for God so loved the world,
That he gave his one and only son
That whoever believes in him
Shall not:
Feel meaningless, hopeless, or empty;
Run aimlessly through life;
Always feel restless, pain, and strife
And most of all, when it comes to the end of days,
They will not perish,
But instead have eternal life



By Kayla Jentes

My One

This sounds best as a audio poem so try reading it out loud or mumbling it to yourself. It is a little different than most of my stuff, so I hope you like it!


My life is a confusion of chosin' and losin'
tryin' to be a new one, a real one, a clean one.
All for the One who loves, who fights, who dies,
who comes back to life.

How can I compare?
Who even cares how I live my affairs?
I know he is there, I know he cares, he shares
my pain, my strain, as the everlasting crane
lifts to the cliffs the sinners
who think they can stay the way they behave.
They fall down and pound the ground
as they strive in their meaningless lives.
The ground shakes and quakes for us to awake
to the sight of the light at the end of the night.

How can we wait?
How can we stay?
How can we be at bay?

How abrupt this corrupt world will erupt
ashes falling, masses stalling, he is calling

Home.

Those who believe are relieved to leave
the world as it swirls and curls
to escape the wrath and its aftermath.
The battle ensues, evil peruses, but evil pays dues
to the one I choose

"It is finished."

Listen to the silence as it rings
louder than the choir sings.
The battle is won, we are one, he is one.
We sing our praise amazed with our gaze
fixed upon the throne. Not a moan or a groan

Joy consumes, peace resumes, love peruses.
We have won as one to be one with The One,
my One.


by Kayla Jentes


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Opportunity

boom the door slams
bang the room shakes
Opportunity is gone
and you heart breaks

squeak the door clams
creak the room aches
Opportunity, like a mouse,
inching its way over
waiting to be found

by Kayla Jentes




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Testing

Testing, testing one, two, three
watch the time as you go
careful of their tricks
try not to guess
on the clock
tick tock
done.

Ready or not
here it comes

by Kayla Jentes



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Friends of the Sand

My friends are quick to speak

My friends are slow to listen

My friends are quick to become angry

they blow in the wind 

like sand on the shore

sometimes taken with sadness

sometimes taken with joy

I, the sea shell

once filled with life

now dry as the sand

by Kayla Jentes



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Good Friends and Great Friends

I have a friend
we make polite conversation.
She does not invite me
to parties or games.
We only talk when
I start the charades.

I have a friend
we understand each other
even in unknown languages.
We are always together
and every plan we make
we first consider the other.

Some have many friends
and others have just one.
The most important thing
is to have at least one great one.

by Kayla Jentes



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The New Lost Generation

The Lost Generation

once a generation of the post-war soldiers

now the embodiment of the post-technology mindset

     Socially overstimulated

     Emotionally numb

     Relationally empty

As if our lives are forever buffering;

waiting,

for the life we'll never know.

by Kayla Jentes

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