Pursuing Perfection

Seated at his desk, he meticulously analyzes his work before him.
Ever the perfectionist, he finds every flaw.
There’s a rustling from the door, the handle turns and joy bursts in.
His kids run in laughing and screaming, pure elation.
Following closely behind, his wife.
Beautiful and sweet, blonde hair tied behind her shoulders.
She scoops up the youngest in her arms, embracing the wild child.
He stands and picks up their first-born, spinning as he hugs her tightly to his chest.
Their laughter fills the room.
The stress of his work evaporates.
With one arm around his daughter, he puts the other around his wife.
She looks into his eyes and cracks a soft smile.
They become lost in each other’s gaze.
He leans forward and gently kisses her forehead.
Ever the perfectionist, he finds no flaw.

Jordan McFarlen

Self-Control

Broken hearts chasing waterfalls,
Looking for love in the wrong places;
God-given gifts,
But not one of them patience.

Jordan McFarlen

Raven Wings & River’s Dreams

Rise up on Raven wings;
Drift away in River’s dreams.

This is about us, me and you.
With no song to sing,
My eyes remain locked on the rear view.
I still try to understand the pain it brings;
It all adds up, every little thing.
It was inevitable from the start;
Two years to become a pair of broken hearts.

The first, best and the worst;
I became an actor with no need to rehearse.
I heard the scream of an eagle and it led me astray.
Body of a lion, talons locked on its prey;
To the voice in my head, I did not listen.
Mind and heart, no greater division.

Rise up on Raven wings;
Drift away in River’s dreams.

The mountains called me home and I left on a mission.
You moved on while I was gone;
Was it an easy decision?
Our love story could have been Dear John,
But two months was too long.
I called it quits and you didn’t even flinch.
That moment haunts me since.

Enter into the present;
Your rise and my descent.
The river flows down, and I with it.
The sky around you, there is no limit.
Greatest love into greatest adversary;
It’s time to open a new book and begin a different story.

Jordan McFarlen

Dirty Feet//Holy Ground

Every road a memory lane;
Painful reminders, permanently engrained.
Undeserving meets unworthy;
Wishing for a different story.
More joy and less sin;
Screaming at the door, “Let us in!”
Trusting You’re nearby;
But too impatient for Your reply.
“Why, God, why?”
Then you sent your son;
A shepherd to His flock;
Carrying the key in the shape of a cross
To open a door that once was locked.
Dirty feet find holy ground,
Running toward love profound.

Jordan McFarlen

Horizon

Your hand in mine,
Chasing the horizon line and leaving everything behind;
Searching for the things unseen,
Between where the blue meets the green;
Behind your eyes is where I find treasure,
Beautiful and deep, immeasurable.
Where we’re headed
only God knows.
Wherever He takes us,
Wherever the wind blows,
I’ll be by your side,
Chasing the horizon line and leaving everything behind.

Jordan McFarlen

Wait

He’s out there,
And soon he’ll match your pace.
The race will be finished,
And you’ll rest in His grace,
Next to the one who loves you so much,
He was willing to wait.

Jordan McFarlen

Trapped

Staring at the ceiling,
Trapped in my own thoughts.
Can’t get rid of this feeling,
This must be how a brain rots.

Jordan McFarlen