Poetry. How do you define it? Does it merely rhyme? Is it just a story? Is it purely subject to one’s own interpretation—meaning anything can be called poetry, regardless of what form it takes or what emotional state it leaves you in?

A fair question to ask is: what happened to the poetry that was once layered with deep thought and complex emotions—the poetry that left you with a sense of wonder, compelling you to look further, seek deeper, and resolve to be righteously rebellious, hopeful for each day, and genuinely kind to others?

Within the last decade, like almost every other artistic medium, poetry has been taken hostage. It has been flipped on its head to become a license for obscenities, turning stages into platforms for angry discourse and private grievances. It has become another venue pushing narratives that leave the soul feeling empty and confused—offering nothing more than the appearance of art that, when exposed, merely masks the pain of a wounded, disgruntled soul.

I digress. I recognize that people will write, say, and present whatever they wish and call it whatever they choose. I am not naive to the culture we live in. However, I stand firm on the principle that calling an elephant a horse does not make it one. Poetry should not be defined by a collection of mere words, but by the fruit it bears.

Therefore, I invite you into the expression of my heart set free. I humbly submit these poems to your heart, exposing them to a love without judgment, condemnation, or fear. This poetry seeks out the deep crevices of your heart to unhinge it from false ideas, worldly narratives, and the voices of people who can never know you the way God does—and the way He desires you to know Him.

Yes, these poems are unapologetic about God’s love for you. If that makes you uncomfortable, so be it. But if you are bold enough to push past the traditional blockades that make God’s simple love complicated, I believe you will feel the warmth of His love touch you deeply.

No matter what you call your connection to the divine—whether Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, general spirituality, or Humanism—none of these were ever meant to replace the intimate space reserved for the living God through His Son, Jesus Christ.

Let me encourage you to posture yourself to experience these words: read them with your heart, not just your reason. Give them a chance to reach the deep places of the real you—the person beyond who you see in the mirror. If you are captured by even a single word, my purpose has been accomplished. And by captured, I do not mean it simply feels good—I mean it rings true.

Expressing a Heart Set Free with Poetry,

William Owens

Of the Heart Poet

Table of Contents

Authenticity. 6

Striving to be the me God made me to be

Rejection. 9

What Rejection Really Is

Extravagant Passion. 12

Answering the deepest call of Passion

I Love Love. 17

The only Perfect Love

I Forgive Me. 19

Embracing the Beauty of Forgiving Myself

Kinsugi 21

The Cracks in my Life Have a Purpose

Dangerous Wonders. 24

The Wonders of Who I Am Are Dangerous and Why

Codependence. 28

The danger of being dependent on souls not made alive

My nemesis. 32

Exposing the other me who is not who I really am

I curse the curse. 36

The Only Curse that can Curse a Curse

Take Me There. 41

The place that only God can Take Me

The Depths of the Heart. 43

Exposes the places of My Heart that I cannot find

The Light of Your Countenance. 48

The only loving light that exposes the truth of who I am

Oh God, I Humble Myself. 51

Humility of my heart to God is the only safeguard

My Motive. 53

Confronting the why of what I do

Reset. 54

The need to reset my heart and my thoughts

I Draw Near to Thee. 55

Drawing near to the Creator is the ultimate move

The Wave of Pain. 57

The purpose and importance of pain

Connectivity. 60

The need and dangers of human connections

Safe Wonder?. 63

The deception of playing it safe

Morning Twilight. 67

The miracle of the morning

Beautiful The Ashes. 69

How God makes beautiful our life as a woman

He’s Looking for A Fool 72

Why it takes a Fool

A Flower Petal 74

The simplicity found in a petal

The Sky. 76

Mysteries unfolding from the space above

The Simplicity of the Lily. 78

The lily of the field has something to say

Train of Imagination. 80

I Give it To You. 86

When all else fails

Awakened to Life. 88

What it takes to really awake

I blame myself No More. 92

The blame game ends here

I whisper. 95

The secrets of my heart made known

Give Me Patience. 96

I say. 96

The pain of love. 97

I’ve Come Alive. 98

Death to Self is Hard. 98

It must first die. 99

He Waits for Me to Wait. 100

I trust Your Love. 101

The Bush. 101

Just don’t tell me the truth. 102

I Don’t Care. 104

My Inconsistencies. 105

Poetry. How do you define it? Does it merely rhyme? Is it just a story? Is it purely subject to one’s own interpretation—meaning anything can be called poetry, regardless of what form it takes or what emotional state it leaves you in?

A fair question to ask is: what happened to the poetry that was once layered with deep thought and complex emotions—the poetry that left you with a sense of wonder, compelling you to look further, seek deeper, and resolve to be righteously rebellious, hopeful for each day, and genuinely kind to others?

Within the last decade, like almost every other artistic medium, poetry has been taken hostage. It has been flipped on its head to become a license for obscenities, turning stages into platforms for angry discourse and private grievances. It has become another venue pushing narratives that leave the soul feeling empty and confused—offering nothing more than the appearance of art that, when exposed, merely masks the pain of a wounded, disgruntled soul.

I digress. I recognize that people will write, say, and present whatever they wish and call it whatever they choose. I am not naive to the culture we live in. However, I stand firm on the principle that calling an elephant a horse does not make it one. Poetry should not be defined by a collection of mere words, but by the fruit it bears.

Therefore, I invite you into the expression of my heart set free. I humbly submit these poems to your heart, exposing them to a love without judgment, condemnation, or fear. This poetry seeks out the deep crevices of your heart to unhinge it from false ideas, worldly narratives, and the voices of people who can never know you the way God does—and the way He desires you to know Him.

Yes, these poems are unapologetic about God’s love for you. If that makes you uncomfortable, so be it. But if you are bold enough to push past the traditional blockades that make God’s simple love complicated, I believe you will feel the warmth of His love touch you deeply.

No matter what you call your connection to the divine—whether Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, general spirituality, or Humanism—none of these were ever meant to replace the intimate space reserved for the living God through His Son, Jesus Christ.

Let me encourage you to posture yourself to experience these words: read them with your heart, not just your reason. Give them a chance to reach the deep places of the real you—the person beyond who you see in the mirror. If you are captured by even a single word, my purpose has been accomplished. And by captured, I do not mean it simply feels good—I mean it rings true.

Expressing a Heart Set Free with Poetry,

William Owens

Of the Heart Poet

Table of Contents:

Table of Contents

Authenticity. 6

Striving to be the me God made me to be

Rejection. 9

What Rejection Really Is

Extravagant Passion. 12

Answering the deepest call of Passion

I Love Love. 17

The only Perfect Love

I Forgive Me. 19

Embracing the Beauty of Forgiving Myself

Kinsugi 21

The Cracks in my Life Have a Purpose

Dangerous Wonders. 24

The Wonders of Who I Am Are Dangerous and Why

Codependence. 28

The danger of being dependent on souls not made alive

My nemesis. 32

Exposing the other me who is not who I really am

I curse the curse. 36

The Only Curse that can Curse a Curse

Take Me There. 41

The place that only God can Take Me

The Depths of the Heart. 43

Exposes the places of My Heart that I cannot find

The Light of Your Countenance. 48

The only loving light that exposes the truth of who I am

Oh God, I Humble Myself. 51

Humility of my heart to God is the only safeguard

My Motive. 53

Confronting the why of what I do

Reset. 54

The need to reset my heart and my thoughts

I Draw Near to Thee. 55

Drawing near to the Creator is the ultimate move

The Wave of Pain. 57

The purpose and importance of pain

Connectivity. 60

The need and dangers of human connections

Safe Wonder?. 63

The deception of playing it safe

Morning Twilight. 67

The miracle of the morning

Beautiful The Ashes. 69

How God makes beautiful our life as a woman

He’s Looking for A Fool 72

Why it takes a Fool

A Flower Petal 74

The simplicity found in a petal

The Sky. 76

Mysteries unfolding from the space above

The Simplicity of the Lily. 78

The lily of the field has something to say

Train of Imagination. 80

I Give it To You. 86

When all else fails

Awakened to Life. 88

What it takes to really awake

I blame myself No More. 92

The blame game ends here

I whisper. 95

The secrets of my heart made known

Give Me Patience. 96

I say. 96

The pain of love. 97

I’ve Come Alive. 98

Death to Self is Hard. 98

It must first die. 99

He Waits for Me to Wait. 100

I trust Your Love. 101

The Bush. 101

Just don’t tell me the truth. 102

I Don’t Care. 104

My Inconsistencies. 105

Poetry. How do you define it? Does it merely rhyme? Is it just a story? Is it purely subject to one’s own interpretation—meaning anything can be called poetry, regardless of what form it takes or what emotional state it leaves you in?

A fair question to ask is: what happened to the poetry that was once layered with deep thought and complex emotions—the poetry that left you with a sense of wonder, compelling you to look further, seek deeper, and resolve to be righteously rebellious, hopeful for each day, and genuinely kind to others?

Within the last decade, like almost every other artistic medium, poetry has been taken hostage. It has been flipped on its head to become a license for obscenities, turning stages into platforms for angry discourse and private grievances. It has become another venue pushing narratives that leave the soul feeling empty and confused—offering nothing more than the appearance of art that, when exposed, merely masks the pain of a wounded, disgruntled soul.

I digress. I recognize that people will write, say, and present whatever they wish and call it whatever they choose. I am not naive to the culture we live in. However, I stand firm on the principle that calling an elephant a horse does not make it one. Poetry should not be defined by a collection of mere words, but by the fruit it bears.

Therefore, I invite you into the expression of my heart set free. I humbly submit these poems to your heart, exposing them to a love without judgment, condemnation, or fear. This poetry seeks out the deep crevices of your heart to unhinge it from false ideas, worldly narratives, and the voices of people who can never know you the way God does—and the way He desires you to know Him.

Yes, these poems are unapologetic about God’s love for you. If that makes you uncomfortable, so be it. But if you are bold enough to push past the traditional blockades that make God’s simple love complicated, I believe you will feel the warmth of His love touch you deeply.

No matter what you call your connection to the divine—whether Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, general spirituality, or Humanism—none of these were ever meant to replace the intimate space reserved for the living God through His Son, Jesus Christ.

Let me encourage you to posture yourself to experience these words: read them with your heart, not just your reason. Give them a chance to reach the deep places of the real you—the person beyond who you see in the mirror. If you are captured by even a single word, my purpose has been accomplished. And by captured, I do not mean it simply feels good—I mean it rings true.

Expressing a Heart Set Free with Poetry,

William Owens

Of the Heart Poet

Table of Contents

Authenticity. 6

Striving to be the me God made me to be

Rejection. 9

What Rejection Really Is

Extravagant Passion. 12

Answering the deepest call of Passion

I Love Love. 17

The only Perfect Love

I Forgive Me. 19

Embracing the Beauty of Forgiving Myself

Kinsugi 21

The Cracks in my Life Have a Purpose

Dangerous Wonders. 24

The Wonders of Who I Am Are Dangerous and Why

Codependence. 28

The danger of being dependent on souls not made alive

My nemesis. 32

Exposing the other me who is not who I really am

I curse the curse. 36

The Only Curse that can Curse a Curse

Take Me There. 41

The place that only God can Take Me

The Depths of the Heart. 43

Exposes the places of My Heart that I cannot find

The Light of Your Countenance. 48

The only loving light that exposes the truth of who I am

Oh God, I Humble Myself. 51

Humility of my heart to God is the only safeguard

My Motive. 53

Confronting the why of what I do

Reset. 54

The need to reset my heart and my thoughts

I Draw Near to Thee. 55

Drawing near to the Creator is the ultimate move

The Wave of Pain. 57

The purpose and importance of pain

Connectivity. 60

The need and dangers of human connections

Safe Wonder?. 63

The deception of playing it safe

Morning Twilight. 67

The miracle of the morning

Beautiful The Ashes. 69

How God makes beautiful our life as a woman

He’s Looking for A Fool 72

Why it takes a Fool

A Flower Petal 74

The simplicity found in a petal

The Sky. 76

Mysteries unfolding from the space above

The Simplicity of the Lily. 78

The lily of the field has something to say

Train of Imagination. 80

I Give it To You. 86

When all else fails

Awakened to Life. 88

What it takes to really awake

I blame myself No More. 92

The blame game ends here

I whisper. 95

The secrets of my heart made known

Give Me Patience. 96

I say. 96

The pain of love. 97

I’ve Come Alive. 98

Death to Self is Hard. 98

It must first die. 99

He Waits for Me to Wait. 100

I trust Your Love. 101

The Bush. 101

Just don’t tell me the truth. 102

I Don’t Care. 104

My Inconsistencies. 105

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This collection is an honest look at the "Scars on the Heart" that we all carry. Owens does not shy away from the shadows, giving voice to the "Journey of Pain," the sting of "Rejection," and the tangled struggles of "Codependence." Yet, in the midst of the burning, he offers a profound promise: that God can make "Beautiful the Ashes."

But this journey is not just about survival; it is about awakening to the world around us. Through Owens' eyes, you will see the "Dangerous Wonders" of creation, feel the "Rhythm of the Leaves."

I can assure you that this collection will touch every area of your heart and leave you filled with hope, love, and a readiness to forgive any and everyone, especially yourself.

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