Sunday, March 21, 2004
Bee yooT ifull. and poetry.
Your love 'tis not the wine of evening's light,
Nor tis the rose of mem'ry's life,
Waxing fair when oft it errs.
Your thorns protect my heart ev'n as they cut my quick,
For in the pain I hold me back and look again at what I've found.
I see the barbs therein disguised;
The rose is not as seemed
and now I thank thee for thy hurt, for thy cold hand extended,
taught me now to guard my heart with reason's iron grip.
[i wish i knew who to quote]
Your love 'tis not the wine of evening's light,
Nor tis the rose of mem'ry's life,
Waxing fair when oft it errs.
Your thorns protect my heart ev'n as they cut my quick,
For in the pain I hold me back and look again at what I've found.
I see the barbs therein disguised;
The rose is not as seemed
and now I thank thee for thy hurt, for thy cold hand extended,
taught me now to guard my heart with reason's iron grip.
[i wish i knew who to quote]
Friday, March 12, 2004
Everyday is a new day...
and life goes on.
But, oh -- this is not such a comforting thought. Leah said I should write poetry, but I don't think I'm at that level of intelligence currently, so I'll just ramble.
Two people died this week.
Neither close, but still, I knew them or knew of them. They were both close to people I know.
Neither death made sense...it was mindless, warped, completely unexpected.
And all I can ask is, "Why?"
And hate myself for doing so...I used to think distastefully towards people who said, "I just want to know why? Why does God let this happen?" I thought, in my ignorance of the depth of sorrow, that one could just accept everything and move on.
If only.
So here I'm stuck...sorting through my own heart, but hopefully -- and more importantly -- seeking the face of God. The only One who knows it all...not that I expect answers from Him. I just want security -- I want to know He's still "in charge," loves me, and that His ways are still right, just, and good.
Are You good, God?
...and then I wonder, does it matter? God IS who He is. He said, "I AM THAT I AM."
And I am merely human. Merely woman...not possessing nearly half the brain required to truly and fully comprehend the Ultimate Truth which is God.
and life goes on.
But, oh -- this is not such a comforting thought. Leah said I should write poetry, but I don't think I'm at that level of intelligence currently, so I'll just ramble.
Two people died this week.
Neither close, but still, I knew them or knew of them. They were both close to people I know.
Neither death made sense...it was mindless, warped, completely unexpected.
And all I can ask is, "Why?"
And hate myself for doing so...I used to think distastefully towards people who said, "I just want to know why? Why does God let this happen?" I thought, in my ignorance of the depth of sorrow, that one could just accept everything and move on.
If only.
So here I'm stuck...sorting through my own heart, but hopefully -- and more importantly -- seeking the face of God. The only One who knows it all...not that I expect answers from Him. I just want security -- I want to know He's still "in charge," loves me, and that His ways are still right, just, and good.
Are You good, God?
...and then I wonder, does it matter? God IS who He is. He said, "I AM THAT I AM."
And I am merely human. Merely woman...not possessing nearly half the brain required to truly and fully comprehend the Ultimate Truth which is God.
