lost and found

[heartichoke]

inner debate about the duality of blue, and i am swept again into the shimmering threads of containment. my hair is made of spider webs, my eyes the slight ether of the morning sky, not quite sure of its own existence. i pray to the small buds of spring, the dust of winter that avoids my glances, the small children rushing by me with pospsicles

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Very sublime

[eturiel]

Very nice imagery! The spiderwebs and such. Good writing; wistfulness, longing, even emptiness to a degree. Sad.

Once a year the children gather
where legend says they once called home,
One in purpose, stand together,
each keenly aware of being alone.

The voices start without direction,
Broken laments thrown to depth of night.
Yet praise births from the swirling grasping,
Astonished singers swallow words of blight.

Lilting tones of aching reaching
Drift sweetly through despairing cold,
Not understanding, lift shattered souls
To the One Who was ancient before days were day old.

"...Do not cast away your confidence, which has great reward.
For you have need of endurance, so that after you have done
the will of God,
you may receive the promise..."

Re: Very sublime

[heartichoke]

thank you! that's how I was feeling at the time.your poem reminds me of the power of song to bring you to God, despite mundane confusions and isolation... i needed to be reminded of that. also, thank you for the quote; what is that from? the Bible?

Re: Very sublime

[eturiel]

That's EXACTLY what I love about worship; the way it connects with God! Making up my own songs can make it more pure, cuz it's truly from the heart, not someone else's words. (Although sometimes other people's words encapsulate my own thoughts beautifully)

Good eye! The quote was Hebrews chapter 10, verses 35 and 36. Great stuff in there.