In a darker day,
In the pain and the sickness,
From underneath something scarred and torn
I can still see a light shining.
On nights when cold dreams
Blow through this sleepy town
And windowpanes shutter their last resistance,
I can still hear hope singing love's song.
And she has a voice so beautiful
That everyone stops to listen,
At least for a little while,
To the promise she mentions.
And I can't sleep
(How could I have slept?)
Until I meet her in the moonlight
And she smiles at me one more time.
Hope, where have you gone?
Hope, I can see you burning underneath.
This one is for you,
That maybe one day you’ll come home
And we will all have our hearts burst with light
And laughter that finds our new song for us.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Saturday, January 7, 2012
To the Ends of the Earth and beyond
A few weeks ago, I wrote the following poem:
To the Ends of the Earth
Where is a promise when you need one?
Where runs assurance when you desire
Strength and mercy of heart?
It arises like dawn upon the ends of the earth.
When the world flooded,
Did the ocean waves feel redeemed?
Or did they always know the tide's rise and fall
Would one day break beyond the shore's barrier?
When rainbows color the sky,
Isn't the rain given a chance
To celebrate beauty
As well as to bring life to the dust below?
Aren't cloudy days the most joyful of all,
When a promise of refreshment seems imminent?
Do raindrops believe in the ocean they came from,
Or do they just enjoy faithfully sliding on their downward paths?
Is it wrong at all to raise your hands and face upward
In both rainfall and sunshine?
The light on the horizon - it is coming.
The bursting morning is arriving soon, surely you will run with me there.
*******
...And so I figured it was a decent poem, but didn't really put much stock in it. After I finished, I opened my bible and flipped to what I thought was going to be a random passage. And I would have thought so, had it not addressed the questions I had just asked, continuing the thought. The passage is Isaiah 41. Here are the first few verses:
"Coastlands, listen to Me in silence,
And let the peoples gain new strength;
Let them come forward, then let them speak;
Let us come together for judgment.
Who has aroused one from the east
Whom He calls in righteousness to His feet?
He delivers up nations before him
And subdues kings.
He makes them like dust with his sword,
As wind-driven chaff with his bow.
He pursues them, passing on in safety,
By a way he had not been traversing with his feet.
Who has performed and accomplished it,
Calling forth the generations from the beginning?
'I, Yahweh, am the first, and with the last. I am He.'"
To the Ends of the Earth
Where is a promise when you need one?
Where runs assurance when you desire
Strength and mercy of heart?
It arises like dawn upon the ends of the earth.
When the world flooded,
Did the ocean waves feel redeemed?
Or did they always know the tide's rise and fall
Would one day break beyond the shore's barrier?
When rainbows color the sky,
Isn't the rain given a chance
To celebrate beauty
As well as to bring life to the dust below?
Aren't cloudy days the most joyful of all,
When a promise of refreshment seems imminent?
Do raindrops believe in the ocean they came from,
Or do they just enjoy faithfully sliding on their downward paths?
Is it wrong at all to raise your hands and face upward
In both rainfall and sunshine?
The light on the horizon - it is coming.
The bursting morning is arriving soon, surely you will run with me there.
*******
...And so I figured it was a decent poem, but didn't really put much stock in it. After I finished, I opened my bible and flipped to what I thought was going to be a random passage. And I would have thought so, had it not addressed the questions I had just asked, continuing the thought. The passage is Isaiah 41. Here are the first few verses:
"Coastlands, listen to Me in silence,
And let the peoples gain new strength;
Let them come forward, then let them speak;
Let us come together for judgment.
Who has aroused one from the east
Whom He calls in righteousness to His feet?
He delivers up nations before him
And subdues kings.
He makes them like dust with his sword,
As wind-driven chaff with his bow.
He pursues them, passing on in safety,
By a way he had not been traversing with his feet.
Who has performed and accomplished it,
Calling forth the generations from the beginning?
'I, Yahweh, am the first, and with the last. I am He.'"
Friday, December 23, 2011
To Sing a New Song
Sing a new song…
Hm.
My spirit longs,
But flowery words are never quite enough, are they?
There's always a simpler, truer
Way to say what one wants to say.
But it's never quite said,
It's just longed for,
And how long it is.
And yet a song…
The love of Elohim is more beautiful
Than any rose and more than any flower.
And the love of Elohim is strong,
Stronger than any manmade tower.
And the love of Yahweh is moving,
Such that you can sit still and feel its power.
And so.
But how about a new song?
Here I am, once again…
No, a new song.
A song of freedom this time, and just as honest—
One that bursts up from the depths
And falls from the sky
And floats through the air.
Can you hear the melody?
Hm.
My spirit longs,
But flowery words are never quite enough, are they?
There's always a simpler, truer
Way to say what one wants to say.
But it's never quite said,
It's just longed for,
And how long it is.
And yet a song…
The love of Elohim is more beautiful
Than any rose and more than any flower.
And the love of Elohim is strong,
Stronger than any manmade tower.
And the love of Yahweh is moving,
Such that you can sit still and feel its power.
And so.
But how about a new song?
Here I am, once again…
No, a new song.
A song of freedom this time, and just as honest—
One that bursts up from the depths
And falls from the sky
And floats through the air.
Can you hear the melody?
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
The Chronicles of Nowhere
Just a quick post about my newest project, The Chronicles of Nowhere.
You can visit the official website: chroniclesofnowhere.com
Or you can visit and like the Facebook page: facebook.com/chroniclesofnowhere
I'm quite excited to working on this project and hope that I can make it as interactive as possible. Feel free to follow along as the books and the world of Suburbanism beging to take shape!
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