Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
You now have the right, to send forth the light. Child of the day you now are, and at night, like shining star. Shine brighter, shine brighter!
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets
Phone is dead Gas is almost gone Fridge is nearly empty Money is never enough Feeling pretty rough Wanna get out of my mind
Set her apart from the world and its dungeons of darkness. Set her apart from her fleshly desires and distracted paths.
We pray for healing, Your love, we're feeling. Covered in prayers and knots, Churning buttery thoughts. The small quilt is a symbol,
By Rowan Finley 5 years ago in Poets
Weary of the triggers that put me on the edge. The edge of a cliff in my very own mind, where I just want to jump and see where I'll land.
Hide me from guilt and shame from history erase my name But that was not your purposeful aim broad shoulders now toiling in constant pain
Love is like a gentle dove that landed Love is true and perfectly candid Love originally designed to be unconditional
Swirling around, thin rimmed vessels of earthen clay, soothing souls, sitting here awhile, to pray. Touch my lips with encouragement and validation,
Heart shards scattered in canyons deep, where few dare to search, for the pieces reap. The Comforter sees, interceding, on his knees,
Glorifying you brings life to my bones, and power to my soul. Soul is made up of the mind, will, and emotions, and with all that I have, I long to magnify you more.
One day there'll be no more suffering. One day there'll be no more pain. No more shame.
Give her rest like she's never had before. Put your angels around her so that she knows peace. Give her sweet, graceful dreams,
