Thursday, February 14, 2013

A Poem


A mind full of consternation and exasperation
over things I cannot change
if only it could be grasped; my mind turnéd sane
yet my sanity totters; it’s almost deranged...

this blur of thought is only here to defer
the truth is revealed in my reluctant will
that secretly waits for a different sense to come in
one of peace, quiet, and still

The will comes with peace
though peace won’t come without the will
and no will without the inner peace
therefore I will meditate in my heart and be still

For what precedes that line
but a command for the will not the whim
a simple committal and a gaze be set
to Him who says "tremble and do not sin” 



Tremble and do not sin;
Meditate in your heart upon your bed, and be still.        Selah
Psalm 4:4




Saturday, February 9, 2013

Class Commences

We scurry to straighten all our papers
A shuffling sound of mangled sheets
If only we had more staplers
to fill the air with metallic beats

But the work is due and class commences
bringing about the restriction of our brains
it's a world of learning between papery fences
where imaginations drown, bound to single lanes

Though we drown, we'll surely resurrect
these lanes, they strengthen us where we're weak
and restriction frees us more than we'd suspect
drawing us to the very dreams we seek