They’re not blind
They smell the poverty around them.
They taste the hunger
And feel the need
Oh! These eyes have never been deaf
To that most distinct scent
Of hurt and loss
My senses aren’t numb
To the world’s great lack
I possess awareness
Of what I have
And others don’t
More than anything, I long to be here:
I long with all my heart to be in all these places, but I know that more than all of that, I want to be where God wants me to be. I don’t know where I will end up, but I do know this.
I am to radiate, to reflect, to spread God’s beautiful light as He refines my heart.
I was looking through my poetry notebook this morning.
Here's proof if you don't believe me.
And I came across several poems I had forgotten about. Some of them were poems I had written during church…(I know. Pastor’s kid did what?!?!?) But before you start freaking out, I will add that they reflected the main points of the sermons during which they were written.
Now that your heart is functioning at a normal rate… I will continue.
While reading through, I was able to see poem sequences that all reflected a certain emotion, I also saw some fabricated emotion sequences, and even some poems where is was being completely honest about the way I felt. It was interesting to see the changes in style and rhythm according to mood.
Some of the ones I enjoy reading the most are the one that were written as sermon notes. They are the happiest of all my poems.
Such as this one:
Leave behind your earthly passions
But trust in Him whose love is true
Our minds aren’t pure or free of sin
But why are we satisfied in this?
This world does not hold success
So in full surrender we must live
He is conquerer of eternal death
An example for our sufferings
Committed to obedience
Living no more to this rotting flesh
Our sins are now behind us
Our bondage has fully slipped away
We are fully equipped to live
Let us not forget how to use our tools.
I also enjoy laughing at the dark depressing mostly fabricated emotional angsty ones.
Like this one:
It’s easy to see the beauty
When the times are good
When things look bright
It’s easy to feel the love
When the conversation’s pleasant
When the knives are dull
It’s easy to hear the melody
When you’re standing upright
When you’re above the water
It’s easy to utter the laughter
When all the jokes are funny
When you’re awake enough to think
I enjoy seeing the contrast and remembering when I wrote something. I also enjoy looking back and being astounded that God has given me such a gift.
How often does he get the thanks for your talents? In my life, I would have to say, not nearly enough.
I think this:
In honor of almost reaching the 4500 ‘views-on-my-blog’ mark, I should have some super cool awesome giveaway…
I also think I should come up with some deep intellectual question that people really have to ponder.
In the end, this giveaway basically is a show of how much I appreciate my readers. I haven’t come up with anything to give away yet. Maybe it’ll be a Shel Silverstein book or something. I love Shel Silverstein. He inspires me.
I also think that spring is muy fabuloso.
And now a few notes from my favorite composer.
Give a big round of applause for Mr. Jon Schmidt
I love the sweet smell
Of freshly printed pages
How I love the sight
Of words neatly stacked against the odds
I love to hear the sound
Of pen scratching paper
- I simply adore the taste
Of fresh ideas and pretzels
I love the way it feels
To write away my fears