How to Learn

Knowledge is a splatter of color
Across the canvas of your brain
To gradually form a masterpiece
With every splatter you gain.

But these splats are not simply skills and facts,
Else you’re left with but reds and blues.
For hidden within every facet of life,
Will you find colors of every shade and hue.

But an expansive canvas is required
If you’re to create a work of art.
For only to those with a humble mind
Will life have knowledge to impart.

Look at matters from a new perspective,
See the colors others have to show.
Close up not your mind to wisdom;
It’s hard to learn if you think you know.


The Gaze

Cast a deep gaze out the car window.
Let the sights sink in as the cold wind blows
Sending chills down your spine and ruffling your hair;
So much sensory information as you’re stuck in a stare

Absorbing the beauty of this streetlamp-lit night
Till the coals in your soul begin to ignite
And you can’t help but try to pass along the flame
Of fascination of what our Garden of Eden became

And the natural laws God continues to uphold
Despite the scientists who cast Him out into the cold
As they attempt to figure out His infinite knowledge
Causing you to question why you’re attending college

Until the answer, quite literally, hit you in the face.
Roll down your car window and gaze at God’s grace.

Matthew 8:20 (Lone Ranger)

A backpack with a toothbrush
And an extra pair of clothes.
Walking without an apparent purpose
To wherever the cold wind blows.

Something calls him to the West
So to other lands he’ll roam.
He stumbles up to this house
Which he’s hesitant to call his home.

“I live here” is half the truth.
The other half he’s yet to find.
Perhaps that half hides in heaven
Just out of reach of all mankind.

Foxes have holes, and birds have nests,
Yet we have yet to find a place of rest.

So he wrestles with the restlessness
Like the rustling leaves below.
Charged with an urgent obligation
To wherever the cold wind blows.