11/25/2008
My choice, my consequence,
My destiny
Molded by the hands which created
And love me
My life, my heart to You
Alone belong
Every tremoring, numbered heartbeat
Of my life’s song
At night to You I cry
My heart’s desire
Must be You, and You alone, O Lord
Your consuming fire
Purify me, burn away
All my dross
Let my heart seek and look only for
The foot of Your cross.
*Note: Inspired….slowly, but definitely. The last four lines, for sure!
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Sunday, August 16, 2009
The Deer
1.24.09
Dry, parched, exhausted
RUN
the hunters are everywhere
FLY! JUMP! RUN!
Fighting through the brambles
That catch and tear
OUCH!
Vines and weeds
Grab and hold
Cutting and tripping
RUN!
FLY!
JUMP!
RUN!
Aching
Bleeding
Bruised
Wounded
Alone
throat raw and dry
Parched lips that crack and bleed
Exhausted
Alone
In the cleft of the rock
Alone
In the shade of the trees
WATER!!!
Cool, flowing smooth and swift,
Drink deep, drink your fill
Quench your thirst.
As the deer pants for water
So my soul thirsts
How long shall I wait?
Crying night and day....
They laugh, they mock
And I cry out in agony
I sing Your praise
But my soul sighs within me.
God is my hope and refuge
At night His song is sung
The waves and waterfalls
Send the song along.
His lovingkindness all the day
My Rock, when I mourn
Yet, I will praise Him
When my soul is disquieted and forlorn.
Dry, parched, exhausted
RUN
the hunters are everywhere
FLY! JUMP! RUN!
Fighting through the brambles
That catch and tear
OUCH!
Vines and weeds
Grab and hold
Cutting and tripping
RUN!
FLY!
JUMP!
RUN!
Aching
Bleeding
Bruised
Wounded
Alone
throat raw and dry
Parched lips that crack and bleed
Exhausted
Alone
In the cleft of the rock
Alone
In the shade of the trees
WATER!!!
Cool, flowing smooth and swift,
Drink deep, drink your fill
Quench your thirst.
As the deer pants for water
So my soul thirsts
How long shall I wait?
Crying night and day....
They laugh, they mock
And I cry out in agony
I sing Your praise
But my soul sighs within me.
God is my hope and refuge
At night His song is sung
The waves and waterfalls
Send the song along.
His lovingkindness all the day
My Rock, when I mourn
Yet, I will praise Him
When my soul is disquieted and forlorn.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Pieces
Having grown up in a culture other than the one my parents grew up in, I have a mixture of the two that is the definition of me.
It has been almost 5 years (4 Years 10 months 10 days, and I've lost count of the hours now...) since I left the culture that I grew up in. I have used the language only slightly since then. I keep some parts of it up in songs, thoughts, dreams, and occasional reading of letters that people had/have since then given me. I have felt the steady decline of less-used words. Things don't come as easily, and I sometimes stayed for hours, trying to translate "simple" words that I had completely lost the meanings of. Then, there are the times where random words fly at me, and I instinctively "know" what they mean...and then I begin to question myself. I roll the words around on my tongue, finger the meaning, and try to remember if I was really sure as to its meaning.
Opening my Cebuano Bible is a rare occasion. Every time I do I am confronted with words which I never really understood. I am still somewhat ashamed of how I stuck with the slang, but not that the old words were used that much either. Englisera and mishmash had taken the place of a lot of "functional words". Religious terms thought up/applied by the original Bible/song translators have little normal use in the first place. Almost like a ghetto child would hardly be able to comprehend the meaning of an KJV passage.
Last night, I was suddenly struck with a mental image that I knew I needed to turn into a poem. The problem is, that the image was in Cebuano (don't ask me how, it was), and I could not get the words out of my head. I "knew" but I could not form it into a cohesive word package.
It was then I realised that I was TRANSLATING. I was taking english expressions, phrases, the turn of the words....I was trying to fit them into this Cebuano picture. I could not help but burst into tears. It was like I had lost a peice of myself. I could no longer meld into my other half, the side of me that was brown, with brown eyes and black hair, the side that gets goose-bumps (it had happened) when the temperature is below 65, and others are working up a sweat. Next thing that will happen is that I will forget how to swim!!!!!!!!!!!
Then as I cried, a little voice started coming through. I wrote out the most lovely poem I have ever written. It was a heart-poem in my heart-language (one of them, at least). It came for someone who was struggling. It came from someone who was struggling.
Our struggles make us. Our struggles break us. Our struggles force us to take the little million peices to the foot of God's throne. Our struggles make us say: "Here, You take them, because I am at the end of my rope."
Life is a struggle.
I am in little peices.
Oh, and just an FYI: The poem is not available to read. I often find that putting poems up is a very open/vulnerable thing. When I am dead and my older sister publishes all the bad ones in a posthumous volume, you can look for it and remember.
It has been almost 5 years (4 Years 10 months 10 days, and I've lost count of the hours now...) since I left the culture that I grew up in. I have used the language only slightly since then. I keep some parts of it up in songs, thoughts, dreams, and occasional reading of letters that people had/have since then given me. I have felt the steady decline of less-used words. Things don't come as easily, and I sometimes stayed for hours, trying to translate "simple" words that I had completely lost the meanings of. Then, there are the times where random words fly at me, and I instinctively "know" what they mean...and then I begin to question myself. I roll the words around on my tongue, finger the meaning, and try to remember if I was really sure as to its meaning.
Opening my Cebuano Bible is a rare occasion. Every time I do I am confronted with words which I never really understood. I am still somewhat ashamed of how I stuck with the slang, but not that the old words were used that much either. Englisera and mishmash had taken the place of a lot of "functional words". Religious terms thought up/applied by the original Bible/song translators have little normal use in the first place. Almost like a ghetto child would hardly be able to comprehend the meaning of an KJV passage.
Last night, I was suddenly struck with a mental image that I knew I needed to turn into a poem. The problem is, that the image was in Cebuano (don't ask me how, it was), and I could not get the words out of my head. I "knew" but I could not form it into a cohesive word package.
It was then I realised that I was TRANSLATING. I was taking english expressions, phrases, the turn of the words....I was trying to fit them into this Cebuano picture. I could not help but burst into tears. It was like I had lost a peice of myself. I could no longer meld into my other half, the side of me that was brown, with brown eyes and black hair, the side that gets goose-bumps (it had happened) when the temperature is below 65, and others are working up a sweat. Next thing that will happen is that I will forget how to swim!!!!!!!!!!!
Then as I cried, a little voice started coming through. I wrote out the most lovely poem I have ever written. It was a heart-poem in my heart-language (one of them, at least). It came for someone who was struggling. It came from someone who was struggling.
Our struggles make us. Our struggles break us. Our struggles force us to take the little million peices to the foot of God's throne. Our struggles make us say: "Here, You take them, because I am at the end of my rope."
Life is a struggle.
I am in little peices.
Oh, and just an FYI: The poem is not available to read. I often find that putting poems up is a very open/vulnerable thing. When I am dead and my older sister publishes all the bad ones in a posthumous volume, you can look for it and remember.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Thursday, June 04, 2009
Overwhelmed
05/30/2009
Overwhelmed
Waves of memories
Come sweeping over me
The town, the shops
The street--
The sound of motorcars
Whizzing by
The smell of dusty,
Traveling feet.
Waving rice stalks whisper
Of the coming rain
The rains reminisce
With the smell of the wind
The cool essence surrounds
The murmur of the sea
Crashing, roaring thunder--
The grating of the sand
Overwhelmed by their power
I, powerless, obey
The rip-tide of their fervor
Sweeps me off my feet
Those waves toss and swallow me
Enfold me in their arms
I, helplessly--joyfully,
Am carried far into the deep.
Overwhelmed
Waves of memories
Come sweeping over me
The town, the shops
The street--
The sound of motorcars
Whizzing by
The smell of dusty,
Traveling feet.
Waving rice stalks whisper
Of the coming rain
The rains reminisce
With the smell of the wind
The cool essence surrounds
The murmur of the sea
Crashing, roaring thunder--
The grating of the sand
Overwhelmed by their power
I, powerless, obey
The rip-tide of their fervor
Sweeps me off my feet
Those waves toss and swallow me
Enfold me in their arms
I, helplessly--joyfully,
Am carried far into the deep.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Old thoughts
A poem I wrote a while ago that I found when transferring my "scraps of paper poems" onto a more available source.
09.28. 2008
Philippians 3:10- end
My goal is the prize
Of the upward call
Onward! Upward!
Ever skyward!
My goal is the prize
Of the upward call.
My goal is the prize
Of the upward call
My ever present aim
His image and mine the same!
My goal is the prize
Of the upward call.
My goal is the prize
Of the upward call.
Forgetting things which are behind
Reaching forward, I hope to find
My goal, the prize
Of the upward call.
My goal is the prize
Of the upward call
The power of His rising—
The fellowship of His suffering—
My goal is the prize
Of the upward call.
I was going to add more to it, but my inspiration ran out that night, and I haven't been able to find the right words.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Trust - a poem
Trust is a hard thing.
Trust is allowing someone else to do and be for you. Trust is giving away power and telling secrets and sharing things that you would never want anyone else to know.
Trust is using faith. Faith in another person's decisions, and choices, and knowledge.
Trust is when you know that the other person would do everything in their power for you if you needed them.
Trust is knowing that they will never let you down if they can help it.
Trust is not needing to speak, because the one you can rely on is there.
Trust is hard.
Trust requires being vulnerable.
Trust needs to be returned.
Trust cannot be fleeting.
Trust requires more than a passing glance.
Trust is hard.
Trust leans
Trust waits
Trust hopes
Trust is hard.
Trust is giving a piece of yourself to another knowing it will be safe
Trust is giving a piece of yourself to another not knowing if things will change
Trust is hard.
Sometimes, trusting means you will be disappointed and let down.
Trust is allowing someone else to do and be for you. Trust is giving away power and telling secrets and sharing things that you would never want anyone else to know.
Trust is using faith. Faith in another person's decisions, and choices, and knowledge.
Trust is when you know that the other person would do everything in their power for you if you needed them.
Trust is knowing that they will never let you down if they can help it.
Trust is not needing to speak, because the one you can rely on is there.
Trust is hard.
Trust requires being vulnerable.
Trust needs to be returned.
Trust cannot be fleeting.
Trust requires more than a passing glance.
Trust is hard.
Trust leans
Trust waits
Trust hopes
Trust is hard.
Trust is giving a piece of yourself to another knowing it will be safe
Trust is giving a piece of yourself to another not knowing if things will change
Trust is hard.
Sometimes, trusting means you will be disappointed and let down.
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Jabberwhatky?
As I recieved but one comment in over a week's time, I declare this blog officially dead. A second comment two weeks after has allowed some leeway in my decision. I shall fulfill my promise, and then who knows what will come about!
4/20/07
Jabberwhatky?
There once was a shiny sneaker
That squealed when something it her.
She responded to the door
“That never happened before”
And meandered her way down the hall.
The one-time cat whose house
He believed was haunted by a mouse
Who grabbed the lone shoe
For so big his fright grew
He wanted to crush it no matter what befall.
The poetic mouse who laughed
At the old cat who was so daft
Wrote and epic about
How Auntie scolded the lout
And made him sit alone by the wall.
The crotchety Auntie who
Couldn’t imagine why Cat chewed a shoe
Who discovered the mouse’s projector
Who became the shoe’s heroine protector
Didn’t know what had conspired at all.
4/20/07
Jabberwhatky?
There once was a shiny sneaker
That squealed when something it her.
She responded to the door
“That never happened before”
And meandered her way down the hall.
The one-time cat whose house
He believed was haunted by a mouse
Who grabbed the lone shoe
For so big his fright grew
He wanted to crush it no matter what befall.
The poetic mouse who laughed
At the old cat who was so daft
Wrote and epic about
How Auntie scolded the lout
And made him sit alone by the wall.
The crotchety Auntie who
Couldn’t imagine why Cat chewed a shoe
Who discovered the mouse’s projector
Who became the shoe’s heroine protector
Didn’t know what had conspired at all.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
So....
I have not been writing, dear readers, in case you hadn't noticed (in which case, it is probable that you are not actually frequenters...only occasional-passers-by). I have not been able to summon up epigrams which shall amuse you, or platitudes which confuse. Politics has been another round of partisan-this versus partisan-that which are a complete waste of time, energy and effort, since the best actors are not in Hollywood, but in D.C.
I have not found things very inspiring with which to challenge you faith and strengthen your trust in Him.
What are my excuses?
Well, first, I have been going at least 3 times a week to York to be part of a drama, which I was lucky enough to be included in. If any of you have time and money to waste, and REALLY want to hear me speak 13 lines, shout from offstage, and sing a little, I can oblige you.
Then, there is my overall lowness of mood, grouchy-ness, and ill-humor because of the dreary, grey, dull, dark and all together miserable seasonal conditions we have been enduring. Not only has it stopped my fount of inspiration, but contributed to a very fussy depression and there is, of course that certain activity which has ended and shall not be resumed until October. (PSD Depression, as a friend classified it)
Therefore, I have made a search of previous entries and things I have compiled on paper, and quotes I have catalogued.
So, it is up to those of you who actually READ my blog.
Do you want poems?
Do you want quotes?
Silly or serious?
I await your verdict.
I have not found things very inspiring with which to challenge you faith and strengthen your trust in Him.
What are my excuses?
Well, first, I have been going at least 3 times a week to York to be part of a drama, which I was lucky enough to be included in. If any of you have time and money to waste, and REALLY want to hear me speak 13 lines, shout from offstage, and sing a little, I can oblige you.
Then, there is my overall lowness of mood, grouchy-ness, and ill-humor because of the dreary, grey, dull, dark and all together miserable seasonal conditions we have been enduring. Not only has it stopped my fount of inspiration, but contributed to a very fussy depression and there is, of course that certain activity which has ended and shall not be resumed until October. (PSD Depression, as a friend classified it)
Therefore, I have made a search of previous entries and things I have compiled on paper, and quotes I have catalogued.
So, it is up to those of you who actually READ my blog.
Do you want poems?
Do you want quotes?
Silly or serious?
I await your verdict.
Friday, December 12, 2008
My choice, my consequence,
My destiny
Moulded by the hands which created
And love me
My life, my heart to You
Alone belong
Every tremoring, numbered heartbeat
Of my life's song.
At night to You I cry
My heart's desire
Must be You, and You alone, O Lord
Your consuming fire.
Purify me, burn away
All my dross
Let my heart seek and look only for
The foot of Your cross.
My destiny
Moulded by the hands which created
And love me
My life, my heart to You
Alone belong
Every tremoring, numbered heartbeat
Of my life's song.
At night to You I cry
My heart's desire
Must be You, and You alone, O Lord
Your consuming fire.
Purify me, burn away
All my dross
Let my heart seek and look only for
The foot of Your cross.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
A Heartbeat From Heaven
We are living on the border
Of eternity each day;
We are just as close to heaven
As the stars so far away.
And the only thing between us,
Whether we are big or small,
Is a tender little heartbeat,
Just a heartbeat, that is all.
Just a heartbeat from the glory,
Just a heartbeat, nothing more,
Just a tender little heartbeat,
Till we walk the golden shore.
Keep your lamp all trimmed and burning,
Let it shine, you’ll never fall;
Just a heartbeat from glory,
Just a heartbeat, that is all.
In this land of sin and sorrow,
Whether old or in our prime,
We are only just a heartbeat
From the grave at any time;
No one has a lease on living,
Any moment death may call,
It is only by God’s mercy
That we live and breathe at all.
There’s a place beyond the river
Where we’ll lay our burdens down,
Where we’ll meet our friends and loved ones,
And we’ll wear a starry crown.
And our troubles will be over
And no tears shall ever fall;
Just a heartbeat from the glory,
Just a heartbeat, that is all.
--anonymous
Of eternity each day;
We are just as close to heaven
As the stars so far away.
And the only thing between us,
Whether we are big or small,
Is a tender little heartbeat,
Just a heartbeat, that is all.
Just a heartbeat from the glory,
Just a heartbeat, nothing more,
Just a tender little heartbeat,
Till we walk the golden shore.
Keep your lamp all trimmed and burning,
Let it shine, you’ll never fall;
Just a heartbeat from glory,
Just a heartbeat, that is all.
In this land of sin and sorrow,
Whether old or in our prime,
We are only just a heartbeat
From the grave at any time;
No one has a lease on living,
Any moment death may call,
It is only by God’s mercy
That we live and breathe at all.
There’s a place beyond the river
Where we’ll lay our burdens down,
Where we’ll meet our friends and loved ones,
And we’ll wear a starry crown.
And our troubles will be over
And no tears shall ever fall;
Just a heartbeat from the glory,
Just a heartbeat, that is all.
--anonymous
Friday, June 01, 2007
Memorial Day Anthem
It seemed to be an every one's lips...and I found an interesting irony in the line
"The flag still stands for Freedom and they can't take that away"
I couldn't resist a re-wording of the famous song: "God bless the U.S.A"
If tomorrow the things were gone
I'd payed tax for all my life,
And I had to start again
With just my children and my wife-
I thank _____* above
To be living here today
'Cause the Federal Government
Will care for me anyway.
And I'm proud to be a citizen
Where the socialists govern me
And I won't forget, to whom I owe
This protection, security
And I'll gladly stand up, next to you
And work for her today.
Cause there ain't no doubt,
I love this life!
_____* bless ______**
From the lakes of fish preservation
To the hills being mined for gold
Across the plains filled with oil,
From polluted sea to the communist fold-
From Detroit down to Houston
From New York to LA
Where there's pride in any citizen's heart
It's time they pay to say....
That I'm proud to be a citizen
Where the socialists govern me
And I won't forget, to whom I owe
This protection, security
And I'll gladly stand up, next to you
And work for her today.
Cause there ain't no doubt, I love this life!
_____* bless ______**
_____* = the politically correct way to express the nothing that orders the universe at whatever time (to say Allah would be more than acceptable as well!)
_____** = the politically correct term for the ruling minority at whatever time
"The flag still stands for Freedom and they can't take that away"
I couldn't resist a re-wording of the famous song: "God bless the U.S.A"
If tomorrow the things were gone
I'd payed tax for all my life,
And I had to start again
With just my children and my wife-
I thank _____* above
To be living here today
'Cause the Federal Government
Will care for me anyway.
And I'm proud to be a citizen
Where the socialists govern me
And I won't forget, to whom I owe
This protection, security
And I'll gladly stand up, next to you
And work for her today.
Cause there ain't no doubt,
I love this life!
_____* bless ______**
From the lakes of fish preservation
To the hills being mined for gold
Across the plains filled with oil,
From polluted sea to the communist fold-
From Detroit down to Houston
From New York to LA
Where there's pride in any citizen's heart
It's time they pay to say....
That I'm proud to be a citizen
Where the socialists govern me
And I won't forget, to whom I owe
This protection, security
And I'll gladly stand up, next to you
And work for her today.
Cause there ain't no doubt, I love this life!
_____* bless ______**
_____* = the politically correct way to express the nothing that orders the universe at whatever time (to say Allah would be more than acceptable as well!)
_____** = the politically correct term for the ruling minority at whatever time
Thursday, March 29, 2007
God:
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Master painter of the sky-
The beauty that astounds my eye,
Amazing! Glory!
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Architect of the water-weeds
The wonder brings me to my knees
Hallelujah! Amen!
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Musician of the flowing Brook
Too know- I only need look
Astounding! Wondrous!
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Sculptor of the hills and plains
Matchless is Your broad domain-
Almighty! Awesome!
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Orchestrator of the galaxies
Owner of rain’s treasuries-
Magnificent! Great!
I was out on a bike-ride, and I looked up and saw these amazing cloud formations.
I snatched three pictures and noticed that they looked like brushstrokes. The words came to me suddenly 'Master painter of the sky..." the rest of the way home I got the second verse, and finished the third that night. Amazingly.....about 1 hour after I got back home...it showered enough for me to get that rain picture....just what I had wanted when I thought out those lines! I did the last verse Tuesday....and then edited.
What do y'all think?
Sunday, March 18, 2007
The Dream
Every woman dreams
Of a future life
Of being loved, and cherished,
A happy mother, and wife.
With little mouths to feed,
Innocent minds to teach,
Their hearts so full of love
Imagine what heights they’ll reach.
A little one to gurgle with
Baby arms to hug,
Chubby cheeks to pinch,
Tuck them in safe and snug.
A man who cares for her
Through thick and through thin
Strong arms to protect her,
Her battles to fight and win
A haven to fly to
When troubles abound,
A smile to warm her
'Prince Charming' she's found!
A voice deep and mellow
Sharing laughter and tears-
What girl has not desired
This dream, it’s hopes and fears.
Of a future life
Of being loved, and cherished,
A happy mother, and wife.
With little mouths to feed,
Innocent minds to teach,
Their hearts so full of love
Imagine what heights they’ll reach.
A little one to gurgle with
Baby arms to hug,
Chubby cheeks to pinch,
Tuck them in safe and snug.
A man who cares for her
Through thick and through thin
Strong arms to protect her,
Her battles to fight and win
A haven to fly to
When troubles abound,
A smile to warm her
'Prince Charming' she's found!
A voice deep and mellow
Sharing laughter and tears-
What girl has not desired
This dream, it’s hopes and fears.
Friday, March 02, 2007
Clouds
Silvery-white, of raindrops made
No one really knows your name
They just call you ‘cloud’.
You shillouettte all so prize
Yet you float unfazed through the skies
All alone or in a billiowing crowd.
Colored deepest blue, or tender pink,
When threat’ning grey of rain you think-
The weather-vanes of the sky.
O, Lord who made every cloud
All sing your praises, the thundrous sound
Deafens and astounds my eye.
Thier praises resound in color
Magnificence unlike any other,
I pull out my camera and stare.
It copies the shades and hues
But reflects only minutely on You,
And the praises that echo there.
J.L.P.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
My song-
Gi higugma
Ko Ikaw, O Dios,
Ug simbahon
Ko Ikaw, O Dios.
Pagkalipay
Sa Imong dungog,
Nagadayeg ko
Kanimo, O Dios.
I have been singing this over and over lately.
It has become my song.....
Ko Ikaw, O Dios,
Ug simbahon
Ko Ikaw, O Dios.
Pagkalipay
Sa Imong dungog,
Nagadayeg ko
Kanimo, O Dios.
I have been singing this over and over lately.
It has become my song.....
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Missed stanza
At the topmost branch
Sit the best apple stock
The brilliance of A. A. Milne
A blood encrusted sock
Sit the best apple stock
The brilliance of A. A. Milne
A blood encrusted sock
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
MK Get-together
*Yawn* Oh my goodness-
Is it 4:00 already?
Everything is fuzzy,
My head just feels so heavy…
Laughing till you drop
Oh! Will the jokes never stop!
Blondes, men and mermaids…
How do you kill a mop?
Popcorn-in-the-cup duels
Ice down your back-
Deep turqoise seas-
What more do we lack?
Getting lost in the city
Singing your heart out
Dancing to numa in the backseat
The spare and the stout.
A foot laceration
Pictured Daza or Housa?
A moment of silence
An ode for dear Anna
A wallet a charger,
What have I lost now?
Pictures galore-
Phil Keggy takes a bow.
Adorable little admirers
Brownies, motors, and more!
Splitting wood, raking leaves-
Ah, what fun galore!!!
Do you like my music?
Can you play hearts?
Requirements for marriage?
Can you sing in parts?
Shall we pray for meals?
A ferocious pillow fight-
Firstborn or later kid?
Talking, debating away the night
The Westminster Confession-
Christmas or no?
Skipping away to see The Wizard-
Is it cold enough to snow?
Pitpit or amaccan?
Pronunciation is the key!!
Peanut butter specials
Are great, if you ask me.
Mucking out horse stalls
Opening doors for girls-
Casting Crowns, or Jars of Clay?
Liquid ‘brown’ eyes and smooth curls.
Walking, walking around the block
Seeing Christmas lights and more-
Falling, tripping, pinchy skates,
Ice skating has made me so sore!!!!
Seeing people for the first time
Me didn’t play Mafia, but even so
I loved my MK gathering-
I just wanted you to know.
Notes:
(a)I tried to get all my favorite mamories in, and get everyone laughing and have a special line or two for each person. If you have something else I forgot comment and I'll work in more stanzas.
(b) I finally got in Penut Butter...I was having such trouble, until I fell asleep. I woke up at 7 AM and a vwhole verse came to me. I memorised it, and fell back to sleep.
(c) this is not entirely my own poem....my *ehem* older sister had very much to do with the current layout, at least 4 extra stanzas, and some revision of words.
(d) anything else I forgot to mention----
(e) comment, comment, comment!! (I want to know what you guys think!)
Is it 4:00 already?
Everything is fuzzy,
My head just feels so heavy…
Laughing till you drop
Oh! Will the jokes never stop!
Blondes, men and mermaids…
How do you kill a mop?
Popcorn-in-the-cup duels
Ice down your back-
Deep turqoise seas-
What more do we lack?
Getting lost in the city
Singing your heart out
Dancing to numa in the backseat
The spare and the stout.
A foot laceration
Pictured Daza or Housa?
A moment of silence
An ode for dear Anna
A wallet a charger,
What have I lost now?
Pictures galore-
Phil Keggy takes a bow.
Adorable little admirers
Brownies, motors, and more!
Splitting wood, raking leaves-
Ah, what fun galore!!!
Do you like my music?
Can you play hearts?
Requirements for marriage?
Can you sing in parts?
Shall we pray for meals?
A ferocious pillow fight-
Firstborn or later kid?
Talking, debating away the night
The Westminster Confession-
Christmas or no?
Skipping away to see The Wizard-
Is it cold enough to snow?
Pitpit or amaccan?
Pronunciation is the key!!
Peanut butter specials
Are great, if you ask me.
Mucking out horse stalls
Opening doors for girls-
Casting Crowns, or Jars of Clay?
Liquid ‘brown’ eyes and smooth curls.
Walking, walking around the block
Seeing Christmas lights and more-
Falling, tripping, pinchy skates,
Ice skating has made me so sore!!!!
Seeing people for the first time
Me didn’t play Mafia, but even so
I loved my MK gathering-
I just wanted you to know.
Notes:
(a)I tried to get all my favorite mamories in, and get everyone laughing and have a special line or two for each person. If you have something else I forgot comment and I'll work in more stanzas.
(b) I finally got in Penut Butter...I was having such trouble, until I fell asleep. I woke up at 7 AM and a vwhole verse came to me. I memorised it, and fell back to sleep.
(c) this is not entirely my own poem....my *ehem* older sister had very much to do with the current layout, at least 4 extra stanzas, and some revision of words.
(d) anything else I forgot to mention----
(e) comment, comment, comment!! (I want to know what you guys think!)
Monday, September 11, 2006
THE GATES OF PARADISE
By D.L. Sayers
FROM the grave-bed and the winding sheet
Is a long way for dead feet,
A dark road for dead eyes,
That leads to the gates of Paradise.
When Judas' soul went through the night,
To knock on Hades gate,
His way was over the whin-pricked moor,
And the noise of the wind was great.
He had no lantern to his feet,
Nor candle in his hand,
Such as God gives to every man
That dies at the time planned.
The angels sit in highest Heaven
And trim the lamps of God,
And all day long make lights for those
That travel death's dim road.
And when the cross is on thy breast,
The chrism on thine eyes,
Thy angel will bear down thy light
Out of the starry skies
And thou therewith shalt walk by night
Safely to Paradise.
But whoso doth so deadly sin
To cast his life away,
Finding his lamp not lit betimes
Walks through the midnight grey.
For a long night and half a day
Did Judas walk alone
Through the utter dark, for in that place
Is neither sun nor moon.
For a long night and half a day
Did Judas vainly seek
To reach the gates of Paradise,
The salt tears on his cheek.
With that he saw a candle gleam
Borne by a hasty man,
And Judas caught him by the cloak
So swiftly as he ran.
"O let me walk with thee, kind friend--
I grope, I fail, I fall,
I have no lamp nor candle-light
And the night is over all."
"Full gladly, so thou make good speed,
I run to keep the tryst,
That was given to me at the gates of Hell,
By sweet King Jesus Christ.
"I am the thief whom God forgave,
On Calvary's bitter tree,
For 'To-night,' He said, 'thou shalt rest thine head
In Paradise, with Me.'"
"And I am the man that sinned such a sin
As the world remembers not,
That sold for a price the Lord of Life--
Judas Iscariot."
"Now God forbid, thou damnèd wretch,
That ever this should be,
That I should tryst with Jesus Christ,
In the company of thee."
The first robber went his way,
And Judas walked alone,
Mirk, mirk was the black midnight,
The heavy wind made moan.
Right so there came a second man
Was walking by the road:
"O brother, let me share thy light
As far as Hell's abode."
"Now well I fear, my brother dear,
Thou never wilt walk with me--
I am that thief which railed on Christ
All on His bitter tree.
"I cast shame on King Jesus then,
Wearing His painful crown,
And scorn upon His Royal Head,
Whence the pale sweat dripped down.
"O rudd-red were the five blest wounds
Where nails and spear went in,
A thousand, thousand years of Purgatory fire
Never can cleanse my sin."
"Why never, I ween," said Judas then
"Did two such sinners meet;
I sold King Christ to the bloody Jews
That pierced His Hands and Feet."
"Art thou that man," quoth the robber,
"Most cursed under skies?
God do so to me if I go with thee
To the gates of Paradise!"
The second robber went his way,
And Judas walked alone,
Till he was aware of a grey man,
That sat upon a stone,
And the lamp he had in his right hand
Shone brighter than the moon.
"Come hither, come hither, thou darkling man,
And bear me company,
This lamp I hold will give us light,
Enough for thee and me.
"Judas walks with the grey-clad man,
And fear is in his heart:
"Speak yet again, thou man in grey
And tell me what thou art."
"I bought a burden of deadly sin,
And needs must pay the price,I
bear it hither in my hand
To the gates of Paradise."
"Sin cannot lie upon thy heart
So heavy as on mine."
"Nay, sinner, whosoe'er thou art,
'Tis a heavier load than thine."
He hath not askèd Judas' name,
And Judas makes no sign."
If sin is heavy on thy heart,
And I must bear its weight,
It is fit that we should go together
To tryst at Hades gate.
"Judas walked with the grey-clad man
And feared to tell his name,
He clasped his hand in the barren land,
Bright burned the lanthorn's flame,
Brotherliwise and hand in hand,
To Paradise they came.
Satan looked out from Hades gate,
His hand upon the key,
"Good souls, before I let you in,
First tell me who ye be."
"We be two men that died of late
And come to keep Hell's tryst,
This is Judas Iscariot,
And I am Jesus Christ."
Interesting perspective. A lot of bad theology. Well worth the long read, though. Dorothy Sayers was a very intersting person.
FROM the grave-bed and the winding sheet
Is a long way for dead feet,
A dark road for dead eyes,
That leads to the gates of Paradise.
When Judas' soul went through the night,
To knock on Hades gate,
His way was over the whin-pricked moor,
And the noise of the wind was great.
He had no lantern to his feet,
Nor candle in his hand,
Such as God gives to every man
That dies at the time planned.
The angels sit in highest Heaven
And trim the lamps of God,
And all day long make lights for those
That travel death's dim road.
And when the cross is on thy breast,
The chrism on thine eyes,
Thy angel will bear down thy light
Out of the starry skies
And thou therewith shalt walk by night
Safely to Paradise.
But whoso doth so deadly sin
To cast his life away,
Finding his lamp not lit betimes
Walks through the midnight grey.
For a long night and half a day
Did Judas walk alone
Through the utter dark, for in that place
Is neither sun nor moon.
For a long night and half a day
Did Judas vainly seek
To reach the gates of Paradise,
The salt tears on his cheek.
With that he saw a candle gleam
Borne by a hasty man,
And Judas caught him by the cloak
So swiftly as he ran.
"O let me walk with thee, kind friend--
I grope, I fail, I fall,
I have no lamp nor candle-light
And the night is over all."
"Full gladly, so thou make good speed,
I run to keep the tryst,
That was given to me at the gates of Hell,
By sweet King Jesus Christ.
"I am the thief whom God forgave,
On Calvary's bitter tree,
For 'To-night,' He said, 'thou shalt rest thine head
In Paradise, with Me.'"
"And I am the man that sinned such a sin
As the world remembers not,
That sold for a price the Lord of Life--
Judas Iscariot."
"Now God forbid, thou damnèd wretch,
That ever this should be,
That I should tryst with Jesus Christ,
In the company of thee."
The first robber went his way,
And Judas walked alone,
Mirk, mirk was the black midnight,
The heavy wind made moan.
Right so there came a second man
Was walking by the road:
"O brother, let me share thy light
As far as Hell's abode."
"Now well I fear, my brother dear,
Thou never wilt walk with me--
I am that thief which railed on Christ
All on His bitter tree.
"I cast shame on King Jesus then,
Wearing His painful crown,
And scorn upon His Royal Head,
Whence the pale sweat dripped down.
"O rudd-red were the five blest wounds
Where nails and spear went in,
A thousand, thousand years of Purgatory fire
Never can cleanse my sin."
"Why never, I ween," said Judas then
"Did two such sinners meet;
I sold King Christ to the bloody Jews
That pierced His Hands and Feet."
"Art thou that man," quoth the robber,
"Most cursed under skies?
God do so to me if I go with thee
To the gates of Paradise!"
The second robber went his way,
And Judas walked alone,
Till he was aware of a grey man,
That sat upon a stone,
And the lamp he had in his right hand
Shone brighter than the moon.
"Come hither, come hither, thou darkling man,
And bear me company,
This lamp I hold will give us light,
Enough for thee and me.
"Judas walks with the grey-clad man,
And fear is in his heart:
"Speak yet again, thou man in grey
And tell me what thou art."
"I bought a burden of deadly sin,
And needs must pay the price,I
bear it hither in my hand
To the gates of Paradise."
"Sin cannot lie upon thy heart
So heavy as on mine."
"Nay, sinner, whosoe'er thou art,
'Tis a heavier load than thine."
He hath not askèd Judas' name,
And Judas makes no sign."
If sin is heavy on thy heart,
And I must bear its weight,
It is fit that we should go together
To tryst at Hades gate.
"Judas walked with the grey-clad man
And feared to tell his name,
He clasped his hand in the barren land,
Bright burned the lanthorn's flame,
Brotherliwise and hand in hand,
To Paradise they came.
Satan looked out from Hades gate,
His hand upon the key,
"Good souls, before I let you in,
First tell me who ye be."
"We be two men that died of late
And come to keep Hell's tryst,
This is Judas Iscariot,
And I am Jesus Christ."
Interesting perspective. A lot of bad theology. Well worth the long read, though. Dorothy Sayers was a very intersting person.
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