When Sorrow Comes – A Poem

When Sorrow Comes

I'm old enough now
and have lived through
enough winters to know
that as you begin reaping joy
sorrow already begins to grow.

This life promises many harvests
but one crop it's certain to sow - 
that beyond the warmth of summer
comes the cold, winter snow.

It's not about protecting yourself
from the pangs of life
but what you trust in
when the harsh winds blow.

For I'm old enough now
and have lived through
enough winters to know
that after joy
sorrow will follow.

Justin Farley

Hello, everyone! I have recently published my first chapbook of Christian poems titled “A Voice in the Wilderness – A Chapbook of Poems about God”. This has been developed and polished over the past six months or so. I am happy with the final product and hope you find encouragement in the poems but also a validation that the spiritual life is not all sunshine and rainbows. We all struggle. We all have periods of questions and/or doubt. But it is the yearning that keeps us coming back for more and allows us to experience joy.
You can purchase either on Amazon or on my own bookstore (it is cheaper and has free shipping on my store) and is available on the Kindle and in paperback.
Amazon: Kindle Paperback
Inkspiration Books (my bookstore): Paperback

Thank you for your support!

The Trouble With Love – A Poem

The Trouble With Love – A Poem

Why do I continually let people into my fragile heart
Who have no business being there?
Why do I continue to trust in the promise of love
When it only breeds deep wounds of despair?

“I Love You’s” are thrown around like hellos,
Promises given without the trace of honest intention.
My soul breaks and quakes in mournful bellows
Because of thoughtless decisions.

Can’t I ever find someone who is honest and true?
Can’t I ever find eyes that don’t lie –
Eyes that echo joy and laughter
But have secrets and deceit they sleep behind?

Is it really that hard to accept love
And not continually push against it and fight?
You can continue to play tug-of-war with your heart,
But you’re done playing it with mine.

Soul suckers sit out in the darkness
And wait for a decent man
That they can feast upon and sink their vicious claws into,
Clutching honest, beating hearts in their hands.

I guess they get off on causing chaos,
Casting their spells upon warm, caring hearts.
Then, when they’re done with their feast
They simply spit them back up and tear them apart.

Cower in your corners you tainted and jaded,
You frightened, gutless little girls.
If you can’t look love in the face,
Stay the hell out of men’s worlds.

Stay in your delusions. Remain in the past,
Bitching about what Daddy didn’t do for you.
It’s about time you moved on and grew up,
The only excuse you have now is you.

The trouble with love is we live in a world
Full of confused, soulless creatures,
Who never give a damn about anyone but themselves,
Who hide behind exhausted excuses,
Love to hitch a ride upon a caring back,
But have no intention of sticking around for the journey.

The trouble with love is that you first have to find someone
Who’s not simply out to break hearts and get off on playing games.
And in our world, selfishness reigns,
And worthy hearts dwindle everyday.

So where are you, love?
I thought I knew you
But you turned out to be just another
Coward and liar.
Love, I’m done chasing you.
You can come find me when your games are through,
Until then I’m smothering your fire.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley

When Trouble Comes – A Poem About Faith and Enduring Life’s Pain

orange flower

When Trouble Comes
A Poem About Faith and Enduring Life’s Pain

Evening’s crippling darkness passes away.
It’s distant vigor muted by the beauty of the morn.
Hope shines forth from the sun’s mighty rays,
A new spirit within us is born.

I am not overburdened by life’s troubles.
Though painful, they will not shackle nor strangle me.
For it is within each of my daily struggles
That provides growth’s greatest opportunity.

When the seas of my demise arise
And the wake of fear crests beyond the levee’s peak,
Faith persists and finds a way to uphold and drive
Me just beyond the tide of trouble’s reach.

We are neither all dark nor light –
In this lifetime we’re destined to reside somewhere in-between,
Constantly conscious of the ongoing fight,
Casting our character in each and every one of life’s scenes.

We can’t prevent the sun from sleeping,
Nor hide from life’s inevitable dark and lonesome night,
But we can cling to a hope never fleeting,
When joy seems unattainable and out of sight.

We are all flawed petals –
Rough and unperfected beings blowing, swayed by life’s breeze.
Yet, it is in consistently choosing not to settle
That we become beautiful flowers and not merely dormant seeds.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley


photo credit: But I’ll push myself up through the dirt via photopin (license)

The Leaves of Autumn (I’ll Remember You) – A Love Poem

fireflies / lightning bugs over a meadow at night

The Leaves of Autumn (I’ll Remember You) – A Love Poem

When the fireflies bring their dances to a close over the meadow
And the leaves of autumn change their hue,
I will look out my window, love,
And I’ll remember you.

That twinkle in your eyes
Will bring a smile to my face,
But sadly my memories won’t stop there –
I’ll long for your taste,
They’ll find their way to my heart,
And the floodgates will break.

My tears will be the only evidence you still exist,
Smothered by the weight of it all,
And the remembrance of love’s kiss,
I’ll try to find a way to see through the mist –
These cataracts that love has stained upon my eyes.

But how am I to live without your light –
That bright, blinking beacon
Leading me through the mire of my own night?
I’m capable of fighting my own fights,
But I have no desire to…
Not now.
Now when the only affirmation of victory
Is the echo of my own voice.
All dreams are for naught
If they don’t include you.
For you were the one who breathed them into being,
You were the water that took a withered seedling
And made it stand up tall and proud.
So who am I to boast to now, love
Now that you’re not around?

These blooms are fading.
I can feel them shrinking back
Into the dark nothingness from which they came.
I’ve tried to feed them myself,
But they only respond to your name.

I can look up into the heavens
And count the multitude of diamonds glistening,
Ready to be plucked from the sky.
But there is only one jewel I desire,
And it resides within the twinkle of your eye.

So I’ll continue looking out my window,
Enclosed in the tomb of my own misery
And try to choose a memory
That brings your precious light
As close as it can to the solitude of my darkness.

When the fireflies bring their dances to a close over the meadow
And the leaves of autumn change their hue,
I will look out my window, love,
And I’ll remember you.

-Poem Written by Justin Farley


photo credit: lucciole in una tranquilla sera di inizio giugno via photopin (license)