Night On The Lake

July 22, 2005 on 9:40 am | In Poetry | No Comments
Moon glows over dark waters while
Wisps of clouds wander by like pale ghosts.
The light shines through them, between them,
Giving glimmers of a night rainbow.
The occasional boat lights
Flash on the water, then speed off
Leaving the broad swath of moonlight
Undisturbed again.

After The Storm

July 19, 2005 on 12:40 pm | In Poetry | 1 Comment

All the furor surrounding me dies down after…
Crisis over. Problem solved.
Life resumes its “normalcy”
While I sit back and try to breathe,
But air seems, well,
Hard to find these days.

My mind whirls at hectic pace.
Now that outward calm is restored,
Internal control slips askew.
All the things I didn’t let myself
Think or feel or do under pressure
Explode out like heated popcorn
When the cover comes off.

I was fine then—in storm’s eye.
Now the devastation wreaked in my heart
Trips me, tumbles me, confuses me.
I look around and recognize
Nothing of myself in this
Except maybe some of the
Broken debris strewn here and there.
debris

During the storm, I was fine.
I knew what to do, how and why,
Keeping all of my “self”
Tucked away in a hidden place.
After the storm,
Recovery sent me into shadows—
Swirling grays and blues and purples
Until my emotions were
Spinning beyond comprehension.

Finally I sit,
Still as a stone,
Clamping down on everything,
So I can have a moment of numb peace.
The aftermath of everything
Played more havoc with my soul
Than all the crises put together.

Right now I just want
Stillness of soul, silence of mind…
Then perhaps I can begin to
Sort it all out,
One bleep at a time.

John is having a ball. :-)

July 10, 2005 on 6:57 pm | In Pictures! | No Comments

Some picture from a call phone camera

Hannah loves a late night snack!

July 10, 2005 on 6:42 pm | In Pictures! | No Comments

Some picture from a call phone camera

Dragon Transformed

July 10, 2005 on 6:22 pm | In Poetry | No Comments
Shedding skin like serpents
Rubbing all the rough away;
Slithering softly round to take off
All the crusty hardness on my heart.
I finally weep in weary longing
Lying quiet at the feet of Him
Who bears the scars where I have struck
In anger at my plight,
I wait for Judah’s lion claws
To reach into the core inside where I have
Hidden, hiding all the flaws
That really He has always seen.
With anguished cries I still submit
To Love behind the stripping of my lies
And beyond the pain a sweet, sweet fragrance
Rises as the scent of petals crushed
Beneath the heel that bruises< —>
Joy in sorrow bathing dancing feet< —>
I find the child inside the dragon
Trusting in the gentle grip that holds me
In His everlasting arms.
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