Work of Hearts

A Championship Celebration for the 75th touchdown S. Ambrose, 2025 At 75, your legacy stands tall With meaningful stories and humor so bright. You've been a rock through it all, A dependable guy -A very bright light   You lead by doing, not just with talk. You showed how a man should be, Full of purpose with a humble walk. With wisdom, you've helped many find their Glee   Sports- your lifelong thread! Within Fields, on greens, in alleys, or on the court, You coached, played, Led, and bled To give each game your heart and full support.   My home was built on love and prayer With joy and faith within each hall. A sacred space, so rich and rare You showed me the love of Jesus since I was small.   You sparked my soul for youth ministry When you answered God's call, And the times when I couldn't clearly see- You reminded me that God is there through it all.   People still talk about the way that you led, Lives you touched, and hearts you've stirred. People listen to...

I move through the world like I carry a spark, a fire I wear on my sleeve. I’ll share my light for anyone brave enough to see it. I’m not afraid to show the raw parts of me, to throw my heart out there and let the world decide if they’ll catch it or turn away. But with that kind of openness, comes a need to guard my peace. I’ve learned the hard way that I can’t sell my soul. No price, no person, no compromise is worth that. Life? It’s a rhythm I’m still figuring out. Sometimes I catch the beat, other times I’m just trying to keep up, searching for where I fit in all this chaos. I often feel like I’m out of place surrounded by people with no soul or those too stuck to grow. So where do I belong? Not among the machines stuck on repeat. I don’t belong at a table with those who can’t see the beauty in creation, who can’t feel the magic of believing in something beyond mere survival. I’m somewhere in between looking for those who can hear the music over the noise. I’m at home with those w...

Turn the Light On S. Ambrose, 2024 He said I can't see the light But don't have enough fight In me to look for it.  Treading dark waters day after day Has left me with nothing to pray. Is there a switch hidden somewhere within a stitch of my being? What's blocking me from seeing - My lighthouse? She said I can't see my light But others around me shine bright. Whatever shades the rays of my soul Keeps me trapped in a deep, dark hole. I'm too exhausted to look for the light switch in my being. What's blocking me from seeing- My lighthouse? They said We can't see our light,  Don't know what's wrong or right. In a culture of love, I'm blind.  Just feel confusion that doesn't align With creation's creativity. What's blocking my me from seeing- My lighthouse? Truth says Maybe you aren't electricity Bur rather your intricacies Were fashioned by a God who said,  "Let there be light,  I'll take your fight." To see it, you mus...

 Slow Fade S. Ambrose, 2024 Grieving the breathing can look like dying petals  Falling from a sympathy bouquet. Scattered, Unable to find its graveside casket to lay upon. Senselessly, connections wither away. 

 Growing Pains S. Ambrose, 2024 Whether for a moment or a lifetime, you were important to my story. 💫 Strength Outgrew Regret💫 In seasons of survival, I never stopped trying. Sometimes distance makes people  become strangers. 💫 Faith outgrew comfort💫 Treasured people ended up being counterfeit connections that require change. 💫 Self love Outgrew Excuses💫  

 Teeter-Totter S. Ambrose, 2024 It's hard for people to balance More than one connection at a time If they can't control their own mind. Hanging on to disconnected familiarity Is like being alone-stuck on the ground- On the teeter totter of waiting around. Push up! See past the empty seat. Push up! Until you let go. Look out! See where new things can grow.