i find it interesting that
i look for You in the madness
in chaos and noise..
and then i cry because i cant hear you speak to me
you are there all along
but i refuse to
come away with you
to quiet my heart
and let the weight of solitude
push me down
and burn my ears with
your echoing
whispers of truth.
"come to me...
find a quiet place.."
Isaiah 66:3-4—“Yea, they have chosen their own ways and their soul delighteth in their abominations . . . when I called, none did answer; when I spoke, they did not hear; but they did evil before mine eyes, and chose that in which I delighted not.”
Saturday, June 19, 2010
still
i will wait as long as
possible.
even as i sit and look up
at the night sky.
i will keep looking
until
circles of
shimmering
white
all fade out.. and the sky is left black
like a rolling sea.
my face tilted up
ever in the sweet air
i see shadows of
them
they throw flowers at my feet
reds and yellows
friendly fellows
but i let them wilt
into wet
grass.
my skin is cold
then brilliant in spring winds
and then i am
brown under sharp rays.
but oh
i still wait.
i dance under
purple clouds and sing in slow
falling
rain.
tonight the last star
whispered
goodbye
and finally
i could see
new light.
in anothers
waiting eyes.
possible.
even as i sit and look up
at the night sky.
i will keep looking
until
circles of
shimmering
white
all fade out.. and the sky is left black
like a rolling sea.
my face tilted up
ever in the sweet air
i see shadows of
them
they throw flowers at my feet
reds and yellows
friendly fellows
but i let them wilt
into wet
grass.
my skin is cold
then brilliant in spring winds
and then i am
brown under sharp rays.
but oh
i still wait.
i dance under
purple clouds and sing in slow
falling
rain.
tonight the last star
whispered
goodbye
and finally
i could see
new light.
in anothers
waiting eyes.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
oh i cant go back.
i have experienced you once
and all that You entail
a spring of unspeakable
joy
comfort and
fullness.
i will not be content with anything else
no matter what tower i build or
lover i meet
or good i pour
pour out
it all is dry
breaking apart
and flies away in
the hot wind
i will not move without You.
i have experienced you once
and all that You entail
a spring of unspeakable
joy
comfort and
fullness.
i will not be content with anything else
no matter what tower i build or
lover i meet
or good i pour
pour out
it all is dry
breaking apart
and flies away in
the hot wind
i will not move without You.
Waiting for Godot
Pozzo-...."They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then its night once more."
---my professor said that he knows nothing in liturature that more accurately depicts the human condition. He then said this is how he felt when his daughter died only after a couple weeks of being born. Ohthe heart wrenching things you learn in Lit class..still i wish I could offer him hope. There is hope.
---my professor said that he knows nothing in liturature that more accurately depicts the human condition. He then said this is how he felt when his daughter died only after a couple weeks of being born. Ohthe heart wrenching things you learn in Lit class..still i wish I could offer him hope. There is hope.
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