This is neither poetry, nor drabble. It an attempt at an entry for the Holy Worlds Christmas Contest, one of many so far. It is 145 words of whimsical wintriness. Please enjoy it, and give it a purpose for it's writing.
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Your footsteps crunch on the new fallen snow. A wet branch hits you in the face, and you giggle. Snow covers your hair and shoulders. Evergreen trees contrast sharply with the white, but everywhere else is black and brown.
Where are you going, little one? Don’t you know what day it is? It is the first day of winter, the shortest day of the year. Are you afraid that the sun won’t come back after tonight?
Don’t be. The snow is a gift, and the darkness is a gift too. The sunshine will come in the morning, the snow will melt away, and there will be only brown and dullness.
But spring will come, bringing more green leaves to join the evergreens, and you will laugh again. You enjoy the snow, don’t you? Just don’t stay out too long, and don’t come in all wet.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Carol of the Bells
Hark how the bells.
Chiming, calling, pleading, begging
Speaking sharply through the night
Speaking secrets never answered
Into ever dimming light
Sweet silv’ry bells.
Shining, swinging, clanging, ringing
Echoing o’er the empty city
Dimming, swelling, growing, singing
Speaking words of joy so free
All seem to say,
Fear not, know not, dare not answer
Leave me, know me, love me,
Ever ringing,
Ever calling,
Ever trusting to forever…
Throw cares away,
Hark to bells that ever call,
Across the city. Listen all
To chimes and peals and songs of might
They ring out old and ring in light
Christmas is here.
Chiming, calling, pleading, begging
Speaking sharply through the night
Speaking secrets never answered
Into ever dimming light
Sweet silv’ry bells.
Shining, swinging, clanging, ringing
Echoing o’er the empty city
Dimming, swelling, growing, singing
Speaking words of joy so free
All seem to say,
Fear not, know not, dare not answer
Leave me, know me, love me,
Ever ringing,
Ever calling,
Ever trusting to forever…
Throw cares away,
Hark to bells that ever call,
Across the city. Listen all
To chimes and peals and songs of might
They ring out old and ring in light
Christmas is here.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Silent Night
Silent night
A child’s voice
Cuts through the stillness.
I lift my head
And listen
In wonder
The tears dry on my face
The wind plays with my hair.
The stars shine cold and merciless.
The voice stops.
I shiver in the silence.
For a moment I forgot,
Who I am and what I’ve done.
Then I remember.
And I weep again.
The wind is gentle,
But it cannot speak the words I need to hear.
The stars are silent witnesses,
Stern judges.
They condemn me.
There is no mercy for one such as I.
The voice sings again.
Forgiveness.
A child’s voice
Cuts through the stillness.
I lift my head
And listen
In wonder
The tears dry on my face
The wind plays with my hair.
The stars shine cold and merciless.
The voice stops.
I shiver in the silence.
For a moment I forgot,
Who I am and what I’ve done.
Then I remember.
And I weep again.
The wind is gentle,
But it cannot speak the words I need to hear.
The stars are silent witnesses,
Stern judges.
They condemn me.
There is no mercy for one such as I.
The voice sings again.
Forgiveness.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Sunrise
Silence. Silver frost covers the rolling landscape. The sky is pale with unseen light. You leave wet footprints as you climb the hillside. You pause, looking across the valley, and kneel on the frozen grass. You wait. Ice melts and soaks your skin. You do not notice. All around is quietness, stillness; all is waiting in the ethereal silence of unborn morning. Across the valley you sense a glimmer. The sky lightens gradually; you scarcely notice. A bird trills lightly as deep violet gives way to rose. Golden rays peek over the rims of the valley. It has come. Sunrise.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Whisper
Whisper
Catch the wind
Running clouds
Grasp the morning
See the dawn
Wakeful sunrise
Fallen dew
Soft grasses
Rustling air
Whisper
Pouring rain
Jagged lightning
Thunder rumbles
Wind that sings
Stars blink past
Know you’re loved
Whisper
Open your eyes
Breath the spring
Love the earth
Touch the sky
Pounding waves
Wet footprints
Swirling wind
Endless horizon
Name the clouds
Know your dreams
Whisper
Rushing leaves
Bowing trees
Bent grass
Turbulent water
Pointed rocks
Treacherous darkness
Roaring wind
Cry the night
Weep for life
Loose the day
Watch the clouds
Hear the thunder
Scream your pain
Whisper
Keep your vigil
Seek the morning
Sunrise comes
Stars die
One by one
Nightmare ended
Gentle rainfall
Flowers open
Bright spring colors
Laugh in springtime
Whisper
Keep your promise
Watch the ocean
Sunrise, sunset
Wax and wane
Stars return
Nothing changes
All is still
Wild grass trembles
Tears fall
True passion
Violent nature
Gentle spring
Whisper
Earth and sea
Love and hate
Spring and winter
Day will come
Tears and laughter
Flowers bloom
Snow falls
Gentle forest
Wind dies
Silence again
Whisper
Be at peace
Trust the dewfall
Trust the sunrise
Trust the stars
Wind will rise
Trees will fall
Tide will come
Earth changes
All is still…
Whisper
No more fear
No more sorrow
Cry again
There is no answer
Only darkness
Only silence
Peace and trust
Love and know
Night will come
Day will break
Earth will tremble
Love will last
Light will fade
Wind will sing
Flowers bloom
Hope again…
Whisper
Catch the wind
Running clouds
Grasp the morning
See the dawn
Wakeful sunrise
Fallen dew
Soft grasses
Rustling air
Whisper
Pouring rain
Jagged lightning
Thunder rumbles
Wind that sings
Stars blink past
Know you’re loved
Whisper
Open your eyes
Breath the spring
Love the earth
Touch the sky
Pounding waves
Wet footprints
Swirling wind
Endless horizon
Name the clouds
Know your dreams
Whisper
Rushing leaves
Bowing trees
Bent grass
Turbulent water
Pointed rocks
Treacherous darkness
Roaring wind
Cry the night
Weep for life
Loose the day
Watch the clouds
Hear the thunder
Scream your pain
Whisper
Keep your vigil
Seek the morning
Sunrise comes
Stars die
One by one
Nightmare ended
Gentle rainfall
Flowers open
Bright spring colors
Laugh in springtime
Whisper
Keep your promise
Watch the ocean
Sunrise, sunset
Wax and wane
Stars return
Nothing changes
All is still
Wild grass trembles
Tears fall
True passion
Violent nature
Gentle spring
Whisper
Earth and sea
Love and hate
Spring and winter
Day will come
Tears and laughter
Flowers bloom
Snow falls
Gentle forest
Wind dies
Silence again
Whisper
Be at peace
Trust the dewfall
Trust the sunrise
Trust the stars
Wind will rise
Trees will fall
Tide will come
Earth changes
All is still…
Whisper
No more fear
No more sorrow
Cry again
There is no answer
Only darkness
Only silence
Peace and trust
Love and know
Night will come
Day will break
Earth will tremble
Love will last
Light will fade
Wind will sing
Flowers bloom
Hope again…
Whisper
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Storm - Drabble
Fear.
The hurricane worsened; an unnatural darkness covered the ocean.
Obey.
Wind tears at the sails; we struggle against it. Salt spray is in my eyes.
Whisper.
The unseen stars, hidden from our view, know how far off-course we’ve gone. Below decks the passengers huddle in the darkness and pray.
Hope.
If morning comes we may be saved.
Faith
If the winds slow we may find shelter.
Pray.
If we don’t come clear soon we may never see another dawn.
Trust.
There are too many lives on board to be lost.
Rule.
The waves command the ocean. We are undone.
The hurricane worsened; an unnatural darkness covered the ocean.
Obey.
Wind tears at the sails; we struggle against it. Salt spray is in my eyes.
Whisper.
The unseen stars, hidden from our view, know how far off-course we’ve gone. Below decks the passengers huddle in the darkness and pray.
Hope.
If morning comes we may be saved.
Faith
If the winds slow we may find shelter.
Pray.
If we don’t come clear soon we may never see another dawn.
Trust.
There are too many lives on board to be lost.
Rule.
The waves command the ocean. We are undone.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Empty Houses
Empty houses, open fields
The wind comes whining.
Trees in flower, untrimmed roses,
No one cares.
Endless silence, no one home,
A silent music.
Who were they? Where did they go?
No one knows.
Ghosts of children’s conversation
A distant morning
Laughing, talking singing, dancing
They are gone.
Lovely meadows, singing brooks
Whispering secrets
Another people, long since gone
No one left
Dream of another day
Another morning
When I am gone what will I leave?
An empty house.
The wind comes whining.
Trees in flower, untrimmed roses,
No one cares.
Endless silence, no one home,
A silent music.
Who were they? Where did they go?
No one knows.
Ghosts of children’s conversation
A distant morning
Laughing, talking singing, dancing
They are gone.
Lovely meadows, singing brooks
Whispering secrets
Another people, long since gone
No one left
Dream of another day
Another morning
When I am gone what will I leave?
An empty house.
Friday, November 5, 2010
What do you see?
A little on the unfinished side, but still one of my favorite songs.
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What do you see when you look out on the world of men?
What do you see when you lift your eyes from your page and your pen?
What do you see, tell me, what do you see, before the darkness closes again?
What do you see in the swirling mist, what do you see my friend?
I see darkness, I see fire; I see pain and suffering and death.
I see anger, I see hatred; I see war and wasted breath.
I see falsehood, I see lying; I see desolation beyond compare.
I see it’s empty, I see it’s lonely; my friend there is nothing there.
What do you see when you look out beyond the frozen waste?
What do you see when you lift your eyes to another place?
What do you see, tell me, what do you see? Is there a single friendly face?
What do you see in the swirling mist beyond the stars of space?
I see a child frightened she is crying out in fear
I see women running, screaming, there is horror everywhere.
The anger has no boundaries, there is bloodshed every day
The view is clearing-
I don’t want to-
but I cannot look away.
What do you see when you look out across the gap of time?
What do you see in a world that drowned in the blood of crime?
What do you see, tell me, what do you see? Before the darkness covers the end?
What do you see?
Only misery.
What do you see my friend?
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What do you see when you look out on the world of men?
What do you see when you lift your eyes from your page and your pen?
What do you see, tell me, what do you see, before the darkness closes again?
What do you see in the swirling mist, what do you see my friend?
I see darkness, I see fire; I see pain and suffering and death.
I see anger, I see hatred; I see war and wasted breath.
I see falsehood, I see lying; I see desolation beyond compare.
I see it’s empty, I see it’s lonely; my friend there is nothing there.
What do you see when you look out beyond the frozen waste?
What do you see when you lift your eyes to another place?
What do you see, tell me, what do you see? Is there a single friendly face?
What do you see in the swirling mist beyond the stars of space?
I see a child frightened she is crying out in fear
I see women running, screaming, there is horror everywhere.
The anger has no boundaries, there is bloodshed every day
The view is clearing-
I don’t want to-
but I cannot look away.
What do you see when you look out across the gap of time?
What do you see in a world that drowned in the blood of crime?
What do you see, tell me, what do you see? Before the darkness covers the end?
What do you see?
Only misery.
What do you see my friend?
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Legend of Darmoor
This poem is from my second novel, the Legend of Darmoor. It's a fairy song, and also a promise of retribution to the man who took the MC's throne. You can read the whole story here: http://katielynndaniels.com/page/darmoor
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A prince from the castle of Darmoor
Against an enemy king
Waged a dark and bloody war.
His men were brave, his captains bold,
His sword was strong and keen
The end of the battle would soon be seen.
But the enemy king dealt him a cruel blow
That took his heart’s life-blood
And he fell in despair, the Prince of Darmoor
He knew as he lay in the blood and the gore
That he lay on the brink of death
And he spoke a dark curse with his last breath.
Coola, coola, coolain
Sulia, sulia, Taine.
The man who takes the throne of Darmoor
From the hands of the rightful king
Shall fall under the curse that now I sing
Coola, coola, coolain
Sulia, sulia, Taine
Then he sighed and breathed his last
The Prince of Darmoor died.
But his desperate curse still holds fast
The fairies of Darmoor still hold dear
The promise of the curse
That will keep their king safe- forever.
Coola, coola, coolain.
Sulia, sulia, Taine.
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A prince from the castle of Darmoor
Against an enemy king
Waged a dark and bloody war.
His men were brave, his captains bold,
His sword was strong and keen
The end of the battle would soon be seen.
But the enemy king dealt him a cruel blow
That took his heart’s life-blood
And he fell in despair, the Prince of Darmoor
He knew as he lay in the blood and the gore
That he lay on the brink of death
And he spoke a dark curse with his last breath.
Coola, coola, coolain
Sulia, sulia, Taine.
The man who takes the throne of Darmoor
From the hands of the rightful king
Shall fall under the curse that now I sing
Coola, coola, coolain
Sulia, sulia, Taine
Then he sighed and breathed his last
The Prince of Darmoor died.
But his desperate curse still holds fast
The fairies of Darmoor still hold dear
The promise of the curse
That will keep their king safe- forever.
Coola, coola, coolain.
Sulia, sulia, Taine.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
A Lover's Prayer
In winter's dark and freezing night
When I am lost and there's no light
When ice cold wind takes all my will
When snow blinds me and keeps me still
When I can no more find my way
I reach my hand to you and say:
For mercy, pray for me.
In early spring and apple flowers
When I am drenched in sudden showers
When sunlight's glow is all I see
Reaching out and blinding me
When wonder takes my breath away
I'll turn to you in fear and say:
For love's sake, pray for me.
In summer's heat and wasted day
When ground is parched and there's no rain
When I am thirsty and faltering too
And following mirages untrue
When deceit and lies all cover me
I'll remember you and you'll hear my plea:
For truth's sake, pray for me.
In Autumn's wind and dying trees
When I am one with drying leaves
When all is lost in sorrow's cry
When all I am just wants to die
When all that's good has passed away
Then on my knees, to you I'll say:
In death's vale, pray for me.
When all is lost and all is gone
I'll remember you are standing strong.
I'll remember you'll be always there
You'll hold my hand and calm my fears.
You'll keep my feet on the narrow way,
And sometimes I will hear you say:
In Christ's name, pray for me.
When I am lost and there's no light
When ice cold wind takes all my will
When snow blinds me and keeps me still
When I can no more find my way
I reach my hand to you and say:
For mercy, pray for me.
In early spring and apple flowers
When I am drenched in sudden showers
When sunlight's glow is all I see
Reaching out and blinding me
When wonder takes my breath away
I'll turn to you in fear and say:
For love's sake, pray for me.
In summer's heat and wasted day
When ground is parched and there's no rain
When I am thirsty and faltering too
And following mirages untrue
When deceit and lies all cover me
I'll remember you and you'll hear my plea:
For truth's sake, pray for me.
In Autumn's wind and dying trees
When I am one with drying leaves
When all is lost in sorrow's cry
When all I am just wants to die
When all that's good has passed away
Then on my knees, to you I'll say:
In death's vale, pray for me.
When all is lost and all is gone
I'll remember you are standing strong.
I'll remember you'll be always there
You'll hold my hand and calm my fears.
You'll keep my feet on the narrow way,
And sometimes I will hear you say:
In Christ's name, pray for me.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
What Do You Do When You Fall In Love?
What do you do when your perfect world falters?
What do you do when your life falls apart?
What do you do when your dreams all unravel?
What do you when you fall in love?
What do you do on the edge of forever?
What do you do with your joy and your pain?
What do you do when your mind cries out ‘never’
But your heart won’t let go and you’re feeling insane?
What do you do when your world stop spinning?
What do you do when your castle fall down?
What do you do when your life’s changed forever?
What do you do when you fall in love?
And what if his heart is already given
And sealed to another girl?
What if his love has already been promised?
What then becomes of your world?
What do you do in the light of morning
When morning no longer holds any joy?
What do you do with the rapture and heartache?
What do you do when you fall in love?
What do you do when your life falls apart?
What do you do when your dreams all unravel?
What do you when you fall in love?
What do you do on the edge of forever?
What do you do with your joy and your pain?
What do you do when your mind cries out ‘never’
But your heart won’t let go and you’re feeling insane?
What do you do when your world stop spinning?
What do you do when your castle fall down?
What do you do when your life’s changed forever?
What do you do when you fall in love?
And what if his heart is already given
And sealed to another girl?
What if his love has already been promised?
What then becomes of your world?
What do you do in the light of morning
When morning no longer holds any joy?
What do you do with the rapture and heartache?
What do you do when you fall in love?
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Love's Answer
The sequel to yesterday's drabble.
Sunlight. Dawn comes. I leave my sleepless bed; my vigil is over. It has been decided; all has ended.
I feel empty, drained, as I step out into the world and catch my breath.
The day is beautiful. The wind brushes my cheek, carrying the perfumed scent of flowers. I walk with my head down, dejected, trying not to notice, but the wind brings the whisper of the answer I want to hear. I am afraid to listen. It speaks insistently and I look up and wonder. And laugh. It tells me you have succeeded. It is a glorious day.
Sunlight. Dawn comes. I leave my sleepless bed; my vigil is over. It has been decided; all has ended.
I feel empty, drained, as I step out into the world and catch my breath.
The day is beautiful. The wind brushes my cheek, carrying the perfumed scent of flowers. I walk with my head down, dejected, trying not to notice, but the wind brings the whisper of the answer I want to hear. I am afraid to listen. It speaks insistently and I look up and wonder. And laugh. It tells me you have succeeded. It is a glorious day.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Love's Vigil
Last week I was introduced to a new writing form. The Drabble. A drabble is a one hundred word story. It's that simple. I finally sat down a wrote a drabble, and became addicted to the form. It's not fiction, it's pure, unadulterated poetry. When you only have 100 words to convey something every word is precisely placed and chosen. Every word is perfect. I love it. And so I present you with a drabble.
Darkness. Heartache. The moon shines in through my window. Stars shine. Wind sings. I curl up into a tiny ball around my pillow and cry. For you. I lift my tear stained face to the unanswering sky. The night is still. I pray. For you. You do not know you are being tested. You do not know how much I care. A wayward breeze ruffles the white curtains around my window. The moon begins to set. I do not sleep. Morning will come and you will not know of my night long vigil.
You will not know I love you.
Darkness. Heartache. The moon shines in through my window. Stars shine. Wind sings. I curl up into a tiny ball around my pillow and cry. For you. I lift my tear stained face to the unanswering sky. The night is still. I pray. For you. You do not know you are being tested. You do not know how much I care. A wayward breeze ruffles the white curtains around my window. The moon begins to set. I do not sleep. Morning will come and you will not know of my night long vigil.
You will not know I love you.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Protection
I have carried you on eagles' wings and brought you here to me... Exodus 19:4b
I have carried you on eagles’ wings and brought you here to me
I have rescued you from certain death and then I set you free
I have given you my precious love; I’ve given you my song
I have made of you a precious stone; you are where you belong
I have led you through the shadow and I’ve lifted you from mire
I have saved your from disaster and I’ve brought you through the fire
I have carried you through sorrow and the force of Satan’s might
I have been your hope and mainstay; I have been your only light.
I have carried you on eagles’ wings and brought you here to me
I have rescued you from certain death and then I set you free
I have given you my precious love; I’ve given you my song
I have made of you a precious stone; you are where you belong
I have led you through the shadow and I’ve lifted you from mire
I have saved your from disaster and I’ve brought you through the fire
I have carried you through sorrow and the force of Satan’s might
I have been your hope and mainstay; I have been your only light.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Rolf's Prayer
This poem I wrote for The Gatekeeper's Secret, the 50,000 word novel I wrote last November as part of a challenge called National Novel Writing Month. It's the prayer spoken at the funereal of the main character towards the end of the book.
Unseeing, he is seen.
Only in darkness is light.
Truth is found in the smallest places
The shadows we walk pass away.
There is a place where judgment is mercy
And nighttime becomes as the day.
He has been called away from life’s sorrow
Called to see the light.
The God of hosts speaks to his people
He calls them to His face
Our life here is a passing trial
A trial he has passed.
Memories will still live on
Among those who will stay
But what we must all know
Is that he sees the day of days.
Only with Christ can we find true light
Only in death do we escape night
Beyond the grave waits endless bliss
For those who have been faithful.
Unseeing we are seen.
Only in darkness is light
Truth is found in the smallest places
The shadows on earth pass away
There is a place where judgment is mercy
And nighttime becomes as the day.
Unseeing, he is seen.
Only in darkness is light.
Truth is found in the smallest places
The shadows we walk pass away.
There is a place where judgment is mercy
And nighttime becomes as the day.
He has been called away from life’s sorrow
Called to see the light.
The God of hosts speaks to his people
He calls them to His face
Our life here is a passing trial
A trial he has passed.
Memories will still live on
Among those who will stay
But what we must all know
Is that he sees the day of days.
Only with Christ can we find true light
Only in death do we escape night
Beyond the grave waits endless bliss
For those who have been faithful.
Unseeing we are seen.
Only in darkness is light
Truth is found in the smallest places
The shadows on earth pass away
There is a place where judgment is mercy
And nighttime becomes as the day.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Dreams
A dream is a beginning
A birth is a new life
Hope is going forward
--No matter what the danger
--No matter what the battles,
Forward in the night.
A beginning is an ending.
An ending is a start.
A day ends, and another
--Begins its journey onward
--To end as it began
From dawn into the dark.
A candle in the darkness
A hope in our despair
A dream in desperation
A song in the night air
A star in the stormy night
A shelter from the frost
A prayer when we’ve given in
A fight that’s never lost.
A birth is a new life
Hope is going forward
--No matter what the danger
--No matter what the battles,
Forward in the night.
A beginning is an ending.
An ending is a start.
A day ends, and another
--Begins its journey onward
--To end as it began
From dawn into the dark.
A candle in the darkness
A hope in our despair
A dream in desperation
A song in the night air
A star in the stormy night
A shelter from the frost
A prayer when we’ve given in
A fight that’s never lost.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
All I Live For
Please don't go, don't leave me here
'cause when you're gone, I'm lost in tears
You were all I had to love
And you are all I live for now.
Give me your hand and give me your heart
And give me a chance to be what you are
And give me my life and give me some hope
That I can love you true.
I thought you had always known
That we seemed wrought from the same stone
I don't know what I will do
Without you there to see me through
Give me your hand and give me your heart
And give me a chance to be what you are
And give me my life and give me some hope
That I can love you true.
Please don't leave me here alone
Give me one more chance before you go
You were all I had to love
And you are all I live for now.
Give me your hand and give me your heart
And give me a chance to be what you are
And give me my life and give me some hope
That I can love you true.
'cause when you're gone, I'm lost in tears
You were all I had to love
And you are all I live for now.
Give me your hand and give me your heart
And give me a chance to be what you are
And give me my life and give me some hope
That I can love you true.
I thought you had always known
That we seemed wrought from the same stone
I don't know what I will do
Without you there to see me through
Give me your hand and give me your heart
And give me a chance to be what you are
And give me my life and give me some hope
That I can love you true.
Please don't leave me here alone
Give me one more chance before you go
You were all I had to love
And you are all I live for now.
Give me your hand and give me your heart
And give me a chance to be what you are
And give me my life and give me some hope
That I can love you true.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
When Darkness Turns to Day
When Darkness turns to day
And the night time fades away
Then you know I'm here to stay
In your arms
When the sun is in the sky
And the stars are in your eyes
Then you took me by surprise
With your love
When winter's far away
And the springtime's here to stay
And you see the light of day
In the east
Then you know it's not a dream
And that it's all the way it seems
And there's nothing in between
You and I
When shadows come and seem to hide your face
When darkness falls and it seems there won't be another day
Remember that I'm here and here I'll stay
Together we will find another way
And we know that we'll be together
And we know that we'll love forever
'till the ending of all time
'till the darkness closes my mind
I'll be yours, I'll be true.
And the night time fades away
Then you know I'm here to stay
In your arms
When the sun is in the sky
And the stars are in your eyes
Then you took me by surprise
With your love
When winter's far away
And the springtime's here to stay
And you see the light of day
In the east
Then you know it's not a dream
And that it's all the way it seems
And there's nothing in between
You and I
When shadows come and seem to hide your face
When darkness falls and it seems there won't be another day
Remember that I'm here and here I'll stay
Together we will find another way
And we know that we'll be together
And we know that we'll love forever
'till the ending of all time
'till the darkness closes my mind
I'll be yours, I'll be true.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
All You're Meant to Be
Don't you sit and mope
Don't you ever doubt
That you cannot do what you want to do
I believe in you
And you must believe too
That you can be anything you want to be
There's a whole other world
That's waiting to be found
And it all belongs to you
If you'll only look around.
And I believe that your
Dreams can come true!
I'll be waiting there for you,
I'll be watching what you do,
I'll be dreaming of the day
When you finally find your way,
And you become all you were meant to be.
Don't you loose your head
Don't you ever dread
That you cannot do what you want to do
Your life belongs to you
There's nothing you can do
If you only know what you want to be
You can be if you dare,
That's all the reason why.
The castle's in the air
And you must learn to fly.
And I believe that your
Dreams can come true!
I'll be waiting there for you,
I'll be watching what you do,
I'll be dreaming of the day
When you finally find your way.
And you become all you were meant to be.
Don't you ever doubt
That you cannot do what you want to do
I believe in you
And you must believe too
That you can be anything you want to be
There's a whole other world
That's waiting to be found
And it all belongs to you
If you'll only look around.
And I believe that your
Dreams can come true!
I'll be waiting there for you,
I'll be watching what you do,
I'll be dreaming of the day
When you finally find your way,
And you become all you were meant to be.
Don't you loose your head
Don't you ever dread
That you cannot do what you want to do
Your life belongs to you
There's nothing you can do
If you only know what you want to be
You can be if you dare,
That's all the reason why.
The castle's in the air
And you must learn to fly.
And I believe that your
Dreams can come true!
I'll be waiting there for you,
I'll be watching what you do,
I'll be dreaming of the day
When you finally find your way.
And you become all you were meant to be.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Song Recordings
I've been busily neglecting this blog I'm afraid. I've exhausted the poems I already had typed up and on the computer and now I've got six years worth of notebooks to sort through. I no longer have computer access on the weekends so that messes things up a bit as well. But while I'm digging around for the rest of my poems, I wanted to let everyone know I did get recordings done last Wednesday. Since I told so many people I would, I figured I'd better let everyone know I did, and I've got two songs up on YouTube: My Immortal by Evanescence and Morgan's Lament.
Please keep in mind that these are rough cuts, not the finished recordings.
Please keep in mind that these are rough cuts, not the finished recordings.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Deirdre of the Sorrows
Deirdre of the Sorrows is a legend out of old, celtic Ireland. It was written in the stars at her birth that one day she would bring great trouble and sorrow to Ireland. In spite of this she caught the Fancy of King Connor who raised her, intending to marry her when she came of age. Deirdre had no desire to marry a man she saw as her father, and on the eve of the wedding she ran away with Naoise, a young fionna warrior, and his two brothers.
They went first to Albony, but when the king heard of the beauty of Deirdre he raided their home in the night, desiring to take her for his own. Deirdre and the three brothers barely escaped with their lives. The fled into the highland wilderness and made a home for themselves, hidden from all other men. But King Connor was not going to allow them to escape. He sent Fergus, an old warrior he knew Naoise would trust, to bid them come back to his hall and make peace. Deirdre begged not to go, but Naoise was a warrior and he missed his place in the hall at Tara, and eagerly agreed to accept Fergus' vow of safe conduct. But Connor used cunning treachery to make sure that the foursome were left alone on the shores of Ireland.
None of the Fionna would fight against one of their own, and many stood beside Naoise and his brothers in defense of his wife. But at the end of the day all had fallen to treachery or to the mercenaries called out by the King. Then Connor looked at the bloody field outside his door and regretted what he had done. And he sent to Naoise and his brothers, who remained standing in a tight shield wall around Deirdre, and offered them his friendship and asked for their pardon. The brothers laughed in relief and lowered their shields and sheathed their swords and went forward to greet their king. When their guard was down Connor gestured to his mercenaries and said, "Kill them."
Deirdre stood over the grave of her husband and her brothers. The man she loved was dead and the man she now hated she was to marry. She had no more will to live. Crying out to Naoise she lept into the grave beside him, her soul fled from her body and she died.
A storm came rushing on that night
Deirdre, Daughter of Sorrows,
When your eyes first saw the light.
Deirdre, did you know?
The stars proclaimed your future plight
Deirdre, Daughter of Sorrows,
There was no escape that night
Deirdre, did you know?
King Connor’s anger grew each day
Deirdre, Daughter of Sorrows,
You would become his queen one day
Deirdre, did you know?
Songs are sung and wars are won and tales are told of woe
When darkness fell ‘round fiery head
Deirdre, did you know?
He vowed to lock you far away.
Deirdre, Daughter of Sorrows
From the lads with whom you played.
Deirdre, did you know?
The son of Usna loved you well
Where you had gone no one would tell
What he found by chance he stole away
Your fate was finished on that day
You fled in fear of Connor’s wrath
Deirdre, daughter of Sorrows
First to Scotland than away to the west
Deirdre, did you know?
Songs are sung and wars are won and tales are told of woe
When darkness fell ‘round your fiery head
Deirdre, did you know?
It was treachery that laid you low.
Deirdre, Daughter of Sorrows
Every sorrow you’d come to know.
Deirdre, did you know?
Before your eyes Naoise was slain
But greater still was your living pain.
Songs are sung and wars are won and tales are told of woe
When darkness fell ‘round your fiery head
Deirdre, did you know?
Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin
On him whom the brave sons of Usna betrayed
For every fond eye which he wakened a tear in
A drop of his heart blood shall weep o’er the blade
By the red cloud that hung o’er Connor’s dwelling
When Ulad’s three champions lay sleeping in gore
By the billows of war which so often times swelling
Hath wafted these heroes to victories shore
We swear to revenge them; no joy shall be tasted
The harp shall be silent the maiden unwed
Our halls shall be mute and our fields shall lie wasted
‘Till vengeance is wreaked on the murderer’s head
Yes monarch, though sweet is our home recollections,
Though sweet are the tears that from tenderness fall
Though sweet are our friends, our hopes and affections,
Revenge on a tyrant is sweetest of all.
Song are sung and wars are won and tales are told of woe
When darkness fell ‘round your fiery head
Deirdre, did you know?
They went first to Albony, but when the king heard of the beauty of Deirdre he raided their home in the night, desiring to take her for his own. Deirdre and the three brothers barely escaped with their lives. The fled into the highland wilderness and made a home for themselves, hidden from all other men. But King Connor was not going to allow them to escape. He sent Fergus, an old warrior he knew Naoise would trust, to bid them come back to his hall and make peace. Deirdre begged not to go, but Naoise was a warrior and he missed his place in the hall at Tara, and eagerly agreed to accept Fergus' vow of safe conduct. But Connor used cunning treachery to make sure that the foursome were left alone on the shores of Ireland.
None of the Fionna would fight against one of their own, and many stood beside Naoise and his brothers in defense of his wife. But at the end of the day all had fallen to treachery or to the mercenaries called out by the King. Then Connor looked at the bloody field outside his door and regretted what he had done. And he sent to Naoise and his brothers, who remained standing in a tight shield wall around Deirdre, and offered them his friendship and asked for their pardon. The brothers laughed in relief and lowered their shields and sheathed their swords and went forward to greet their king. When their guard was down Connor gestured to his mercenaries and said, "Kill them."
Deirdre stood over the grave of her husband and her brothers. The man she loved was dead and the man she now hated she was to marry. She had no more will to live. Crying out to Naoise she lept into the grave beside him, her soul fled from her body and she died.
A storm came rushing on that night
Deirdre, Daughter of Sorrows,
When your eyes first saw the light.
Deirdre, did you know?
The stars proclaimed your future plight
Deirdre, Daughter of Sorrows,
There was no escape that night
Deirdre, did you know?
King Connor’s anger grew each day
Deirdre, Daughter of Sorrows,
You would become his queen one day
Deirdre, did you know?
Songs are sung and wars are won and tales are told of woe
When darkness fell ‘round fiery head
Deirdre, did you know?
He vowed to lock you far away.
Deirdre, Daughter of Sorrows
From the lads with whom you played.
Deirdre, did you know?
The son of Usna loved you well
Where you had gone no one would tell
What he found by chance he stole away
Your fate was finished on that day
You fled in fear of Connor’s wrath
Deirdre, daughter of Sorrows
First to Scotland than away to the west
Deirdre, did you know?
Songs are sung and wars are won and tales are told of woe
When darkness fell ‘round your fiery head
Deirdre, did you know?
It was treachery that laid you low.
Deirdre, Daughter of Sorrows
Every sorrow you’d come to know.
Deirdre, did you know?
Before your eyes Naoise was slain
But greater still was your living pain.
Songs are sung and wars are won and tales are told of woe
When darkness fell ‘round your fiery head
Deirdre, did you know?
Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin
On him whom the brave sons of Usna betrayed
For every fond eye which he wakened a tear in
A drop of his heart blood shall weep o’er the blade
By the red cloud that hung o’er Connor’s dwelling
When Ulad’s three champions lay sleeping in gore
By the billows of war which so often times swelling
Hath wafted these heroes to victories shore
We swear to revenge them; no joy shall be tasted
The harp shall be silent the maiden unwed
Our halls shall be mute and our fields shall lie wasted
‘Till vengeance is wreaked on the murderer’s head
Yes monarch, though sweet is our home recollections,
Though sweet are the tears that from tenderness fall
Though sweet are our friends, our hopes and affections,
Revenge on a tyrant is sweetest of all.
Song are sung and wars are won and tales are told of woe
When darkness fell ‘round your fiery head
Deirdre, did you know?
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
The Nettle-Spinner
When the Shades of night are gone
When you rise and see the morn
Then you know the time has come
For you to go away
We will not fear when you are gone
For we know that you've gone home
You have gone to meet the sun
And we must let you go
When the moon's bright course is done
When the morning's fight is won
Then you know your race is run
And you must go away
We will miss you when you're gone
But we know your journey's done
You've gone to claim a victors crown
In a land that's far away.
We woke and saw the night was gone
We woke and saw a bright new morn
Then we knew that you'd gone home
When the shades of night are gone.
When you rise and see the morn
Then you know the time has come
For you to go away
We will not fear when you are gone
For we know that you've gone home
You have gone to meet the sun
And we must let you go
When the moon's bright course is done
When the morning's fight is won
Then you know your race is run
And you must go away
We will miss you when you're gone
But we know your journey's done
You've gone to claim a victors crown
In a land that's far away.
We woke and saw the night was gone
We woke and saw a bright new morn
Then we knew that you'd gone home
When the shades of night are gone.
Friday, August 20, 2010
The Dragon-Slayer
This is an epic poem based on a story referred to in Trice, my fourth novel. It actually was more like a novella, at a mere wimpy 30,000 words. The last few verses of this poem are crucial to the plot and finally I decided I needed to write the whole thing, and here it is. You can read Trice on my website: here.
Daltor was a hero bold
Fast his thoughts and bright his sword
Swift his smiles, slow his frowns
An easy laugh he passed around
A song was ready from his heart
On any quest he'd gladly start
He’d neither home nor bride nor kin
The forest was his favorite inn
He drove the monsters from Delsward
Bad men fell beneath his sword
He drove the dragons from the glen
But cared not for the praise of men
No reward would he accept.
Nor would he take the men's respect
'All in a day of work!' said he,
And go on working merrily.
He earned a might reputation
For his strength and glad elation.
Monsters and robbers fled at his name,
Mighty his laugh and his sword and his fame.
One day a wizard grim and dreary
Said, 'of this hero I'm woefully weary.
It's time that of Daltor we all could be rid
It’s time that his power forever was hid.
A spell I will speak and a curse I will lay
This hero will meet his end far away.
A quest I will give him that will send him so far
He’ll never come back to bother us more.'
The wizard chuckled and rubbed his long hands
And set about quickly to finish his plans.
The spell his spoke was long and dreadful
The curse that he laid on Daltor was fearful.
The hero stopped, wherever he stood
Shaken by dread not yet understood.
The wizard sent longing for lands far away
A longing that grew, day after day.
Desire ate at Daltor's mind
His thoughts were consumed with the lands he might find.
He lost his laugh and his ready smile
He spent his days now being idle
He cared no more for his love and his work
Evil creatures crept back into the murk.
His sword grew dull and his thoughts grew dim
The land around seemed bleak and grim.
“I'll stay no more!' at last he cried,
'The mountains beckon, so tall and wide,
Beyond them I'm sure the land is fair
The trees are green and there's sweet air
I long to walk in fields that are golden
And to be done with monsters and dragons!'
Then he turned away from his land
Heedless of cries from woman or man
Shunning their need as he hadn't before
Forsaking their flocks and the hearth and door
At last he reached the end of the plain
Where stood great summits he would gain
He stood and looked without regret
All his brave deeds he had forgot
Until a cry from a shepherd maid
Made him turn at what she said
She told Daltor that a dragon had come
“My father is dead and the sheep are gone.
I know that you are brave and strong
That you’ve a sharp sword and a ready song
My brother is there, if he isn't dead too
Ah, sir, you must help me! You know what to do!'
Daltor looked at the mountains and sighed.
“I'm leaving,” he said, scarce hearing her cries
“I'm finished with dragons and all of their ways...”
“Heaven curse you for cowardice this day!”
The maiden cried and snatched his sword
“My father's dead and you, a lord,
Just stand and say that you cannot!
You can't? I say that you will not!
If you will not than on your head
Be my blood when I am dead!”
Than she turned and ran away
To where her father silent lay
Daltor followed her angry flight
Suddenly knowing that all was not right.
The maiden roused the dragon's sleep
He saw the blood and the slaughtered sheep.
The maid with his sword ran up to the beast
The monster turned, still full from the feast.
The Dragon-Slayer's hands turned cold
The girl was fearless, strong and bold,
But for a dragon she was no match.
The monster had an easy catch.
Daltor screamed and tried to say,
“I will not let you die this way!
Give me my sword! I'll take the challenge!
I'm not such a coward as you imagined!”
But it was too late. With a horrible cry
The dragon belched fire and smoke filled the sky.
When the smoke cleared the maiden was dead.
The hero regretted the words he had said.
But his grief made him angrier still
He picked up his sword, full ready to kill.
The blade was red hot but he stood the pain
The dragon stood ready for battle again.
But Daltor knew what he was about
He avoided the flames from the dragon's snout
Until he stabbed him straight in the eye
The dragon fell dead with one last cry.
Then Daltor wept for the words of the maid
But her brother stood there and heard what was said.
“If you had come sooner she would not have died.”
“I tried.” said the dragon-slayer, “I tried.”
“I know you are cursed.” the shepherd replied,
“I can see it in your eyes.
Stay with me until you are strong
Until you regain your laugh and your song.”
The wizard saw that the spell was not working
That Daltor soon would be back to his hunting.
So he sent a poison into his veins,
A poison that on the dragon was blamed.
Daltor grew pale and sick and the yearning
To cross the mountains was swiftly returning.
He could not fight two curses at once
The wizard smiled, knowing as much.
At last he said, “I can stay here no longer.
I must cross the mountains where I can grow stronger.
My choice is to go or to stay here and die...”
His friend hid his face and tried not to cry.
“Perhaps over there in the fair lands I'll find
Who has this terrible hold on my mind.
And then I'll return for I can't leave you long
This land, with its monsters, is where I belong.”
So doubly cursed and marked by death
The Hero rode into the west.
Before he left these words he said,
“Love has not died and is not dead.
As long as there is love there's life,
And hope continues through the strife.”
What he meant no one can tell
But all throughout the land there fell
The rumor that the brave Daltor,
The Hero, would walk the vale once more.
Though monsters prowl and wizards scheme
They know they cannot reign supreme.
For somewhere in the distant West
They know Daltor's love does not rest.
Daltor was a hero bold
Fast his thoughts and bright his sword
Swift his smiles, slow his frowns
An easy laugh he passed around
A song was ready from his heart
On any quest he'd gladly start
He’d neither home nor bride nor kin
The forest was his favorite inn
He drove the monsters from Delsward
Bad men fell beneath his sword
He drove the dragons from the glen
But cared not for the praise of men
No reward would he accept.
Nor would he take the men's respect
'All in a day of work!' said he,
And go on working merrily.
He earned a might reputation
For his strength and glad elation.
Monsters and robbers fled at his name,
Mighty his laugh and his sword and his fame.
One day a wizard grim and dreary
Said, 'of this hero I'm woefully weary.
It's time that of Daltor we all could be rid
It’s time that his power forever was hid.
A spell I will speak and a curse I will lay
This hero will meet his end far away.
A quest I will give him that will send him so far
He’ll never come back to bother us more.'
The wizard chuckled and rubbed his long hands
And set about quickly to finish his plans.
The spell his spoke was long and dreadful
The curse that he laid on Daltor was fearful.
The hero stopped, wherever he stood
Shaken by dread not yet understood.
The wizard sent longing for lands far away
A longing that grew, day after day.
Desire ate at Daltor's mind
His thoughts were consumed with the lands he might find.
He lost his laugh and his ready smile
He spent his days now being idle
He cared no more for his love and his work
Evil creatures crept back into the murk.
His sword grew dull and his thoughts grew dim
The land around seemed bleak and grim.
“I'll stay no more!' at last he cried,
'The mountains beckon, so tall and wide,
Beyond them I'm sure the land is fair
The trees are green and there's sweet air
I long to walk in fields that are golden
And to be done with monsters and dragons!'
Then he turned away from his land
Heedless of cries from woman or man
Shunning their need as he hadn't before
Forsaking their flocks and the hearth and door
At last he reached the end of the plain
Where stood great summits he would gain
He stood and looked without regret
All his brave deeds he had forgot
Until a cry from a shepherd maid
Made him turn at what she said
She told Daltor that a dragon had come
“My father is dead and the sheep are gone.
I know that you are brave and strong
That you’ve a sharp sword and a ready song
My brother is there, if he isn't dead too
Ah, sir, you must help me! You know what to do!'
Daltor looked at the mountains and sighed.
“I'm leaving,” he said, scarce hearing her cries
“I'm finished with dragons and all of their ways...”
“Heaven curse you for cowardice this day!”
The maiden cried and snatched his sword
“My father's dead and you, a lord,
Just stand and say that you cannot!
You can't? I say that you will not!
If you will not than on your head
Be my blood when I am dead!”
Than she turned and ran away
To where her father silent lay
Daltor followed her angry flight
Suddenly knowing that all was not right.
The maiden roused the dragon's sleep
He saw the blood and the slaughtered sheep.
The maid with his sword ran up to the beast
The monster turned, still full from the feast.
The Dragon-Slayer's hands turned cold
The girl was fearless, strong and bold,
But for a dragon she was no match.
The monster had an easy catch.
Daltor screamed and tried to say,
“I will not let you die this way!
Give me my sword! I'll take the challenge!
I'm not such a coward as you imagined!”
But it was too late. With a horrible cry
The dragon belched fire and smoke filled the sky.
When the smoke cleared the maiden was dead.
The hero regretted the words he had said.
But his grief made him angrier still
He picked up his sword, full ready to kill.
The blade was red hot but he stood the pain
The dragon stood ready for battle again.
But Daltor knew what he was about
He avoided the flames from the dragon's snout
Until he stabbed him straight in the eye
The dragon fell dead with one last cry.
Then Daltor wept for the words of the maid
But her brother stood there and heard what was said.
“If you had come sooner she would not have died.”
“I tried.” said the dragon-slayer, “I tried.”
“I know you are cursed.” the shepherd replied,
“I can see it in your eyes.
Stay with me until you are strong
Until you regain your laugh and your song.”
The wizard saw that the spell was not working
That Daltor soon would be back to his hunting.
So he sent a poison into his veins,
A poison that on the dragon was blamed.
Daltor grew pale and sick and the yearning
To cross the mountains was swiftly returning.
He could not fight two curses at once
The wizard smiled, knowing as much.
At last he said, “I can stay here no longer.
I must cross the mountains where I can grow stronger.
My choice is to go or to stay here and die...”
His friend hid his face and tried not to cry.
“Perhaps over there in the fair lands I'll find
Who has this terrible hold on my mind.
And then I'll return for I can't leave you long
This land, with its monsters, is where I belong.”
So doubly cursed and marked by death
The Hero rode into the west.
Before he left these words he said,
“Love has not died and is not dead.
As long as there is love there's life,
And hope continues through the strife.”
What he meant no one can tell
But all throughout the land there fell
The rumor that the brave Daltor,
The Hero, would walk the vale once more.
Though monsters prowl and wizards scheme
They know they cannot reign supreme.
For somewhere in the distant West
They know Daltor's love does not rest.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Morgon's Lament
I go on Wednesday to get this recorded. :D
Wandering gently as a river
Then I turn and shape the wind
I am lost and I'm bewildered
I can't let you go again.
Sleep silent under rocky stone
The earth you loved is all around
From Wind-plain comes the gentle sound
Of my grief...
You were gentle as the spring time
And of the homeland which I loved
Your fierceness was that of the falcons
I was caught within your love.
When the Great War has been ended
And the land has been brought peace
Then I'm silent in your stillness
In your sleep...
Sleep silent under rocky Cairn
The earth that's yours is all around
From all my realm there comes the sound
Of my grief...
Of my love.
Wandering gently as a river
Then I turn and shape the wind
I am lost and I'm bewildered
I can't let you go again.
Sleep silent under rocky stone
The earth you loved is all around
From Wind-plain comes the gentle sound
Of my grief...
You were gentle as the spring time
And of the homeland which I loved
Your fierceness was that of the falcons
I was caught within your love.
When the Great War has been ended
And the land has been brought peace
Then I'm silent in your stillness
In your sleep...
Sleep silent under rocky Cairn
The earth that's yours is all around
From all my realm there comes the sound
Of my grief...
Of my love.
Light in Darkness
I was wandering in darkness, you were my light
I was wounded and dying, you gave me life
I was footsore and weary, you let me in
I was a stranger, you were a friend
I was a prisoner, you set me free
I was alone, you came to me
I was despairing, you gave me hope
My heart was empty, you filled it with love.
I was wounded and dying, you gave me life
I was footsore and weary, you let me in
I was a stranger, you were a friend
I was a prisoner, you set me free
I was alone, you came to me
I was despairing, you gave me hope
My heart was empty, you filled it with love.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Two Roads
There are two roads that you can travel
Two paths that you can take
Two places you can journey
Two choices you can make
There are two visions you can reach for
Two people you can be
There are two destinies to follow
Two ends that you can see
If you’re not for us you’re against us
If not against us then you’re ours
There is no middle meeting point
There is no common ground
There is no gray in who you are
Your life is black or white
There is no dawn, there is no dusk
There’s only dark and light
Choose this day whom you will serve
And what your fate will be
There are two ends to life’s dark road
And one will set you free
Two paths that you can take
Two places you can journey
Two choices you can make
There are two visions you can reach for
Two people you can be
There are two destinies to follow
Two ends that you can see
If you’re not for us you’re against us
If not against us then you’re ours
There is no middle meeting point
There is no common ground
There is no gray in who you are
Your life is black or white
There is no dawn, there is no dusk
There’s only dark and light
Choose this day whom you will serve
And what your fate will be
There are two ends to life’s dark road
And one will set you free
Sunday, August 15, 2010
The Second Messenger
This poem requires a little bit of back story to make adequate sense. In June, 2009 I had my first directing position as Assistant to the Director in a summer production of J.B. A modern interpretation of the biblical story of Job. It was a very interesting play, and became and even more interesting production, not too mention just a little on the ambitious side, considering this was a children's theatre. Half the cast was made up of my siblings and cousins, everyone joked about it being a Daniel's production. In this play Job had only five children and they're taken from him a few at a time, rather than all at once. Every time one of them dies the news is brought to Job and his wife by the same two messengers. First they were from the army, then they were reporters, then they were policemen, etc. But they were always the same, one a demonic messenger and the second an angel. And every time the second messenger grows more and more reluctant, more and more insistent as she repeats:
"I only am alone escape to tell thee.
I who have understood nothing, have known
nothing, have been answered nothing..."
Why was it I who had to tell him
Who had to make the truth be known?
Why did I have to see her face,
The mother stripped of all she’d born?
I don’t understand. I didn’t want-
Didn’t want to see it all.
Why did you choose me, Oh Lord?
Who am I to face your call?
You weren’t there! You don’t know!
Nobody can understand.
Seeing everything you loved
Slip away…Alone…
First his sons. Then his daughters.
What more did he have to loose?
His home, his wife, at last his health
And each time I brought the news.
I watched his face, I watched his heart
As he watched them slip away.
I watched him choose and at the last
He saw the breaking of the day.
For this life is but a dream.
He knew that and he found the light.
But I still wander, lost, alone,
Blindly groping in the night.
Why was I chosen, I who knew nothing?
I who still seek the truth that he knew?
Why was I made to see all the horror,
The evil, the grief, the pain he lived through?
Was it just to see the end?
To see that God is always just?
To know that there is peace, is love,
Is mercy for all men? For us?
"I only am alone escape to tell thee.
I who have understood nothing, have known
nothing, have been answered nothing..."
Why was it I who had to tell him
Who had to make the truth be known?
Why did I have to see her face,
The mother stripped of all she’d born?
I don’t understand. I didn’t want-
Didn’t want to see it all.
Why did you choose me, Oh Lord?
Who am I to face your call?
You weren’t there! You don’t know!
Nobody can understand.
Seeing everything you loved
Slip away…Alone…
First his sons. Then his daughters.
What more did he have to loose?
His home, his wife, at last his health
And each time I brought the news.
I watched his face, I watched his heart
As he watched them slip away.
I watched him choose and at the last
He saw the breaking of the day.
For this life is but a dream.
He knew that and he found the light.
But I still wander, lost, alone,
Blindly groping in the night.
Why was I chosen, I who knew nothing?
I who still seek the truth that he knew?
Why was I made to see all the horror,
The evil, the grief, the pain he lived through?
Was it just to see the end?
To see that God is always just?
To know that there is peace, is love,
Is mercy for all men? For us?
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Come With Me
I was angry, I was tired
I was heartsick, I was lame
I was stumbling in the darkness
When I heard you speak my name.
"Come with me." You said so softly,
"Come and lay your burden by.
Let me walk with you a while
Let me calm dark sorrow's cry.
"I will dry your tears and heartache
I will be your soul's desire
I will fill your endless yearning
I will set your heart on fire.
"Let me be your sole defender.
Let me be your only friend.
Let me fight your endless battle
Let me Be until the end.
"Come with me." You said it gently,
"Come with me." You said in love,
"I will lead you from the darkness
Into endless light above.
"I will give you truer happiness
Than any you have known
I will fill your soul with laughter
I will give to you a crown.
"I will take away your sorrow
I will banish all your pain.
I will sing to you in troubled times
They will not come again.
"The night may still defy us
But the sun will still shine on.
The clouds may sometimes cover it
But we will still fight on.
"One day we'll win the battle-
The enemy will flee
But if we stand alone as victors
'Tis a hollow victory."
"Come with me! and we will gather
Other souls along the way.
We will fight our way through darkness
Into the light of day.
"Then there will be no crying
And there will be no tears.
Gone will be the darkness
The anger and the fears.
"So come with me!" I heard you
As I sat alone awhile.
"Come with me." You still were calling
As I walked the lonely miles.
"Come with me." The dream sped onward
Yet I hesitated still.
Could I give my soul and spirit?
My anger and my will?
"Come with me." I heard the echoes
Slowly fade away...
"I am coming!" At last I shouted
And I came into the day.
I was heartsick, I was lame
I was stumbling in the darkness
When I heard you speak my name.
"Come with me." You said so softly,
"Come and lay your burden by.
Let me walk with you a while
Let me calm dark sorrow's cry.
"I will dry your tears and heartache
I will be your soul's desire
I will fill your endless yearning
I will set your heart on fire.
"Let me be your sole defender.
Let me be your only friend.
Let me fight your endless battle
Let me Be until the end.
"Come with me." You said it gently,
"Come with me." You said in love,
"I will lead you from the darkness
Into endless light above.
"I will give you truer happiness
Than any you have known
I will fill your soul with laughter
I will give to you a crown.
"I will take away your sorrow
I will banish all your pain.
I will sing to you in troubled times
They will not come again.
"The night may still defy us
But the sun will still shine on.
The clouds may sometimes cover it
But we will still fight on.
"One day we'll win the battle-
The enemy will flee
But if we stand alone as victors
'Tis a hollow victory."
"Come with me! and we will gather
Other souls along the way.
We will fight our way through darkness
Into the light of day.
"Then there will be no crying
And there will be no tears.
Gone will be the darkness
The anger and the fears.
"So come with me!" I heard you
As I sat alone awhile.
"Come with me." You still were calling
As I walked the lonely miles.
"Come with me." The dream sped onward
Yet I hesitated still.
Could I give my soul and spirit?
My anger and my will?
"Come with me." I heard the echoes
Slowly fade away...
"I am coming!" At last I shouted
And I came into the day.
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