Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, April 19, 2012

When The Night

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Sweet, quick reverie, 
Hope –– words first come.
My pleasure, architectured
Dream, desire, defier
Love.
Sincerely, arbitrary
My pain, alive. 
This moment
Gone. Long and lost.


Wednesday, September 23, 2009

No, I have not yet died

My sincere apologies for being M.I.A. for over a month. I know not a lot of people read my blog, but for those of you who do, I'm terribly sorry! I'm just going to be honest with you. In the past month where I had been "idle", I was not incontrovertibly compelled to write anything on my blog. Lack of inspiration, I suppose. But don't fret! I am reading a gazillion books at the moment, so hopefully ideas will spew forth my meager, languid mind.

To start off this "new" beginning, I will open up with a poem from C.S. Lewis. His book, Mere Christianity is actually one of the books I am currently reading. He is a kick-ass genius!! [As mentioned on my facebook status]. So far, I have only read one of his published works: The Screwtape Letters. His works are rather difficult to ingest (based on my attempt to read The Pilgrim's Regress - I drove myself crazy!!), ergo I am going slow but steady, taking my time to read every single possible word written. Needless to say, I am obsessed with his writing!

I don't know which one of his works this was quoted from, as I found it on the internet. It is nevertheless a beautiful prayer, gracefully written in his clever wit. Hence, my urge to share it with the world. As for the accuracy of meaning of this poem/prayer, I'll leave that to your individual interpretation.


They tell me, Lord, that when I seem
To be in speech with you.
Since but one voice is heard, it’s all a dream
One talker aping two.

Sometimes it is, yet not as they
Conceive it. Rather, I
Seek in myself the things I hoped to say,
But lo!, my wells are dry.

Then, seeing me empty, you forsake
The listener’s role and through
My dumb lips breathe and into utterance wake
The thoughts I never knew.

And thus you neither need reply
Nor can; thus, while we seem
Two talkers, thou art One forever, and I
No dreamer, but thy dream.

- C.S. Lewis, Prayer


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Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Footprints

One night I dreamed
I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.

This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.

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So I said to the Lord,
"You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during
the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one
set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most,
you have not been there for me?"

The Lord replied,
"The times when you have
seen only one set of footprints in the sand,
is when I carried you."

Mary Stevenson, 1984