If God Had A Facebook

Who can count the grains of sand

Lying on the beach?

Who can see the universe

And see the planets each

I know God knows me

I’m a grain of sand

On a tiny planet

I am just one hand

If God had a Facebook

I would be his friend

Facebook might just break

His friends would never end

God can see the universe

He knows us one and all

If he were on Facebook

My cares would come up small

Every day on Facebook

Drama holds the reins

There are those who comfort

Others know their pains

Fights may start on Facebook

Even in the home

Crying eyes and sometimes more

Thoughts that grow and roam

But with God on Facebook

Troubles may just cease

He would ever listen

He would give me peace

Even without Facebook

God is really there

If we simply turn to him

If we share a prayer

Migraine

Migraine in my head-away!

I want you to never stay

Ticking, chiming, endless clock

Hitting against a concrete block

Give me my mind, I pray

A tug of war inside my head

I really want to go to bed

No I don’t want this, no more!

You have made my head so sore!

My face is yelling red.

Broken Glass

Broken shards, broken glass
Pain in life that will not pass
When in life we've fallen down
Who will come to lift our frown?
To lift us from our sorry state?
Such trials which come as if by fate
When we fall and skin our knee
Would you help? Or just stand free?
Would you lift us simply to stand?
A simple thing so high in demand
When we have fallen to the ground
We want help that we hope is found
But often for naught our hopes will be
Throughout all eternity
We do feel forgotten and lost
We have fallen, and now are tossed
Upon waves of stormy sea
Sea of life it seems to be
With all of life so sad and down
Won't you try to lift our frown?
All we ask for you to be
Is just a friend-oh can't you see?
The answer true it's always there
Though you feel all life's not fair
But with a friend you can conquer all!
Even when sometimes you fall
The broken glass within your soul
It will leave, to make you whole
Because true friends will heal your heart
And surely will never from you part
They'll be there to the very end
And when you fall-lift you up again

Background Story:
When I wrote this poem, I was originally frustrated at my friends for the latest argument they were in. They were best friends, and yet, they were fighting. Again. I didn't know what to do about it, and I was very upset about their silly argument. However, as I wrote this poem, I began to feel better about their argument. I felt at peace that the argument would soon be over, and that everything would work out. Somehow, this poem turned from a poem of frustration to a poem about how I knew that I could depend on my friends.