The Fault In Our Wallflowers

By J. D. Wilson

This is for the masses for everyone has trials. This is for the poetry lovers who read it with full smiles. All poems by J.D.Wilson.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 6, 2016
• ISBN: 9781365026737

J. D. Wilson

Pastor J.D. Wilson has twelve years’ experience leading small groups. His experience is expansive, to include leading small groups that help men who are struggling with addiction (sexual and relational) to small family fellowships that focus on holistic discipleship experiences. He has helped hundreds of men and women on their journey out of sexual addiction and emotional recovery from fatherlessness. He is ordained through Hope Community Church in Newport News, Virginia, where he completed a five-year apprenticeship in church planting and leadership development. He is currently the director of small groups at his home church, Communities of Hope, Inc. who are devoted to being a “movement of disciple makers.” He loves spending time with his family, reading nonfiction, watching inspiring movies, and enjoying a fun family board game. He is married to Ruth, and they have four beautiful children that they are called to disciple and love deeply.

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The Fault In Our Wallflowers

The Fault In Our Wallflowers

The strongest trees live

In the wind and the rain

The rain is your teardrops

The wind is your pain

J. D. Wilson

To all who have read, appreciated, and encouraged.

To my princess, in your unreachable tower. You may forever be my muse.

And to all the dreamers and wanders who dare to open new books to see where they shall lead.

E-book Edition

ISBN 978-1-365-02673-7

Copyright: 2016

Jail

The jail you hold before you

Was built not to keep things in

For hiding these from the world

Would be my only sin

I give them each a sentence

And confine them to their cell

If you give each their time

A story they will tell

Books hold all these stories

With a solitary feel

My emotions wrote every word

And I promise they are real

Stone

The slow ache of a breaking heart

That ushers in the tears

The thought of ever losing you

Had never crossed my fears

I was too afraid to talk to you

And even more afraid of love

I knew from the first smile we shared

That you were all I was dreaming of

You convinced me to maybe take the chance

That it all might be worth it

But now my empty arms lose hold

And by your stone I sit.

By your grave I sit.

If people were rain

I’m not afraid of dying

If it is all the