To The One I Love

And I’m the one left standing
In complete and total awe –
Of this delightful creature
Enough to drop my jaw.

He smiles as if a secret-
He laughs as if in jest-
And when he looks at me
He ignores all the rest.

I will not share his secrets-
Though not at all for shame.
For he is not a product
Of his given name.

He is that which binds me-
And keeps me to this ground-
And that which also frees me
And let’s me leave this ground.

You see he is my Lover-
My best confidant and friend.
He’s the place I long for-
At each weekly day’s end.

I’m reminded of my surroundings-
I’m stolen away by time-
I sometimes forget he’s the reason
Behind my woven rhyme.

My Muse is not perfect.
He has his ups and downs.
He’s blinded at times with anger-
And sometimes wears a frown.

But he is my given solace-
Not my ending but my start-
He is my blessed future-
And he’s always got my Heart.

-Tabitha Castillo

Our Gift To God

A calm wind’s gentle whisper on the dimmest seeming night –

A smile seeking stranger during an inner winless fight –

These are the ways my Lord speaks to me when I don’t think there’s a way –

When my whole Life’s left in peril and I can’t face another day.

 

For when the Earth seems it’s meanest and when Time seems to flee –

When the day is it’s darkest and when there is no “right place” to be –

When you hang your head shameful – As if pity is an Art –

That’s when you need to hand over everything and let God heal your Heart.

 

When I can’t look myself in the eye for all the times I dare –

When I think that Life would be more simple without my being there –

And when I can’t bring myself to believe the thought that He Loves me.

That’s when God open’s my eyes and allows me to see –

 

That we are all the paint brush in His mighty hand –

Meant to paint a picture of Mercy for all our fellow man.

Spreading imperfect kindness in an ever changing time –

No, we are not forsaken by this God of mine.

 

And so I end with saying, in words both tried and true –

In words that ring with Honesty to calm and comfort you.

A little single simple fact that many might find to be odd–

“What we are is God’s gift to us – What we become is our gift to God.”

 

– Tabitha Castillo

For He’s The One I Search The Night

For he’s the one I search the night –
The one my passions hold.
The one to silence sighs of scorn –
The one that keeps me bold.

Time can tick a thousand chimes –
And all the more shall bring –
The countless hours countless times –
I miss him above everything.

For morning’s deepest sorrow yet –
Is not farewell to day-
Its waking up to a lack of him.
To never know of this I pray.

For he’s the one I’ve searched for –
And with him I am found.
My Life, My Love, My Hero –
My Angel on solid ground.

-Tabitha Castillo

Winds of Change

The Winds of Change are blowing
In every direction they flow.
With weary whispers tracing –
To places you never thought you’d go.

Though the same sun keeps on shining
Though a new moon shows its face –
Though your feet stay firmly planted –
In the exact same – changing place.

The days of old todays are going.
Because tomorrows are on their way.
They cannot stop and change their path –
Though you would bid them stay.

Don’t appoint your wasted tears –
For things that never last.
For the Winds of Change still blowing –
Are blowing –
Keep blowing –
The winds Of Change now blowing –
Blowing away the past.

– Tabitha Castillo