A truth that has struck me recently is something that I knew but never once did I grasp completely, only fleetingly. Recently, however, I have found my life to be enriched the more that I sought out God and the more that I found myself clinging to His everlasting love. Yet, He is the one constant person in my whole life who has done more for me than I could ever imagine, the one true Father. He who created me as I am knowing full well how dangerous it was to leave me to forces of nature and urbanism and people, yet He fully trusted me. He knew I would succeed, succeed in finding myself. I couldn't have done it without Him. Here is a poem I wrote to describe my feelings...
Existence
The music flows
The wind blows
The sun shines
My heart beats
With every moment
Time brings something new
Sadness and joy intermingle
With this one beat
Chaos brought me
Order formed me
Fighting each other
Harmony and melody form
Dancing with each other
The dance of life
In this moment I am made one
I exist as no other can
Dancing on the breeze
Swaying in the music
Fighting the tides
Yet alive nonetheless
Like the prima donna ballerina
The eagle in the sky
The Energy guiding me
Toward the ever warming light
Light that shines in the darkness
Warms you in the depths of winter
Blindingly clear after the storm
When all else is washed away
Only I remain
Only truth remains
"Our truest responsibility to the irrationality of the world is to paint or sing or write, for only in such response do we find the truth." - Madeleine L'Engle
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
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Sunday, January 09, 2011
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
No Choice
I will choose to laugh
To remember the good
Though the bad is right alongside it
These may be sad times
But the storm will pass
And everything will fade
Into a background of life
I choose not to despair
To hold onto the hope that is Christ
A hope that promises me
Everything I want and more
I cannot turn back
The road before me is all I can see
If I keep walking
I will eventually arrive
At my final place of resting
I may get there alone and
Beaten and battered
Weather worn and tired
But once there the burden
Will be but a distant memory.
To remember the good
Though the bad is right alongside it
These may be sad times
But the storm will pass
And everything will fade
Into a background of life
I choose not to despair
To hold onto the hope that is Christ
A hope that promises me
Everything I want and more
I cannot turn back
The road before me is all I can see
If I keep walking
I will eventually arrive
At my final place of resting
I may get there alone and
Beaten and battered
Weather worn and tired
But once there the burden
Will be but a distant memory.
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