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Lament of A Flown Muse

The pen rests on the paper,
Waiting for words
To come.

The story awaits its
Final chapter,
The poem its
Final stanza.

The words have gone
As the Muse
Has flown.

The story, poem
Stuck—frozen in
Time
Without a Muse.

The pen rests on the paper,
Waiting for words
Which have flown
In search of
A Muse.

No voice from the
Paper,
No song from the
Pen.

They are silent,
Dead to this
World,
Hoping the Muse
Will be found
Again—
And give Life
To this
Pen and Paper
Once more.

Psalm 139

O LORD, you have searched me and known me!
You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
you discern my thoughts from afar.
You search out my path and my lying down
and are acquainted with all my ways.
Even before a word is on my tongue,
behold, O LORD, you know it altogether.
You hem me in, behind and before,
and lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
it is high; I cannot attain it.

Where shall I go from your Spirit?
Or where shall I flee from your presence?
If I ascend to heaven, you are there!
If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
If I take the wings of the morning
and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
10even there your hand shall lead me,
and your right hand shall hold me.
If I say, "Surely the darkness shall cover me,
and the light about me be night,"
even the darkness is not dark to you;
the night is bright as the day,
for darkness is as light with you.

For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.

How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
If I would count them, they are more than the sand.
I awake, and I am still with you.

Search me, O God, and know my heart!
Try me and know my thoughts!
And see if there be any grievous way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting!

Dragon Scales

To love is to be vulnerable...and that is especially true with God.

Dragon Scales

Curled up in a corner
Hiding from the world
…Or hiding from yourself?

Noise constantly beating
Down on your ears.
Keeps the Voices—lies—
Away.
If you can’t hear,
You don’t have to
Deal.

Scales…scars…
Dead skin.
Unable to heal
if not ripped
Off.

Too painful,
Hurts…
Pain scares you…
This intense.

Survival…can anyone
Survive that much?

You pull away more,
Hugging your knees,
Hoping no one
Notices.

Let me help.
You hear a
Still voice whisper,
I’m strong enough.

‘It hurts’, you whimper,
Trying to cover up,
‘Can’t it just go away
On its own?’

Not without my help.
Will you let me take your
Dragon scales?

You try on your own
First.
Your nails tearing,
Ripping...
To no avail.

Just another layer,
Thicker…deeper…stronger.

Crumpling…you
Weakly nod.
The pain is intense,
You open your mouth
To scream,
But no sound.

Pain with bursts
Of joy.
Healing mixed with
Hurt.
Dragon scales getting
Ripped away.

A naked vulnerable body
Revealed…
Healing pain
With joy.

Here's the first of two new poems i wrote. This one is about a time last semester. Captures the memory/feelings really well.

An amazing date in the midst of a horrible Season

Fingers linked, feet skipping,
Eyes glancing happily
About.

Lips brushing as
You walk together,
A dance, almost.

The bliss of forgetfulness
For a time
Only joy and
Love.

Refusing to let life
Ruin the night.
Purposefully pushing
Ugliness away;
Choosing to be
Carefree…
For a night.

An amazing date…
In the midst of a
Horrible season.

Verses

"Put on then, as God's chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassion, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive. And above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony. And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body. And be thankful.

Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly, teaching and admonishing one another in all wisdom, singing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, with thankfulness in your hearts to God. And whatever you do, in word or deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him."

~Col. 3:12-17~

"Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love. "

~1 Cor. 13:4-8, 13~

Sounds familiar, don't they? It's the beauty I discovered while reading Colossians...a lot of it is like Corinthians. Paul is amazing.

UTM.