Beauty in the Battlefield
Inhale
The Lover departs.
Exhale
The Warrior steps into darkness
To remedy a Paradise expelled.
Oh, sleepless night.
Blood-stained cheeks
Bended knees.
Father, if it be Thy will
Let this cup pass over me…
Oh, lonely light.
Bathed in the moon
On the other side of pain
Heavy such agony
Heavy the strain.
Oh, tragic sight
Evil crosses the gate,
Combat begins with the press of cold lips
Humanity turns on eternity with a loveless embrace.
Betrayal wrapped in a kiss.
Time collapses this instant.
Empty armed
Open handed
Loaded heart
The garden gives way to the battleground
Oh, beautiful fight.
No cry yet forth from the Divine.
Patience, the Warrior shall avenge
The Lover shall redeem His sleeping bride.
Ecstasy awaits in the distance
For He will awaken her with a Son’s rise.
Song of the Day: I Have Loved You Wrong by The Swell Season
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Daffodil
Spring is my season. There's life and excitement and hope almost tangible in the warm air.
It makes you want to do silly things, like read poetry and believe in love at first sight, as you shed your winter coat and exchange it for your most comfortable pair of flip-flops.
My very favorite flower is the daffodil. ( I think I'd rather receive one of these than an entire bouquet of roses! ) The first flower of spring, it stands tall and bright against the green grass. They come every year, usually popping up everywhere - my parents' backyard, medians down the highway, the local grocery store - but they never fail to stop me in my tracks. There's something delicate and brave about flowers that will bloom even if there's still some snow hanging around.
I've been known to completely lose my train of thought just by seeing a daffodil. To me they look like tiny stars that have fallen to the ground.
I'm not such a fan of winter. The dark days and coldness just clings to your bones after a while, and by the time the end of February rolls around, I'm dreaming of the way it felt to drive with the windows down on my car.
The daffodils are small trumpets announcing that spring and picnics and outdoor concerts and being barefoot are just around the corner...
We somehow made it through another winter after all.
As William Wordsworth said:
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Song of the Day: Tin Man by the Avett Brothers
It makes you want to do silly things, like read poetry and believe in love at first sight, as you shed your winter coat and exchange it for your most comfortable pair of flip-flops.
My very favorite flower is the daffodil. ( I think I'd rather receive one of these than an entire bouquet of roses! ) The first flower of spring, it stands tall and bright against the green grass. They come every year, usually popping up everywhere - my parents' backyard, medians down the highway, the local grocery store - but they never fail to stop me in my tracks. There's something delicate and brave about flowers that will bloom even if there's still some snow hanging around.
I've been known to completely lose my train of thought just by seeing a daffodil. To me they look like tiny stars that have fallen to the ground.
I'm not such a fan of winter. The dark days and coldness just clings to your bones after a while, and by the time the end of February rolls around, I'm dreaming of the way it felt to drive with the windows down on my car.
The daffodils are small trumpets announcing that spring and picnics and outdoor concerts and being barefoot are just around the corner...
We somehow made it through another winter after all.
As William Wordsworth said:
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Song of the Day: Tin Man by the Avett Brothers
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