Palm 37:23-24

The steps of the Godly 

are directed 
by the LORD.
He delights

in every 

detail 

of 
their lives.

Though they stumble, 

they will not 
fall,

for the LORD 

holds them 

by 
the hand.

Anselm of Canterbury

"Nor do I seek to understand that I may believe, but I believe that I may understand."

- St- Anselm

The Child’s Park

There is a little girl in the park.

She calls herself Rosita.

No more than five,

She stands at the entrance

With eyes that shine,

And a smile full

Of the possible adventures

Lying ahead.

This playground,

She has named her castle.

On her quest for adventure,

She follows the sound of laughter.

Running to the Well-of-Possibilities,

She finds other friends already there,

Enjoying the adventures

The small girl

Was soon to discover.

They went from game to game.

That time she was chasing,

The other, she was being chased.

Once the princess,

And the other a witch,

Then a class pupil.

And later, the sister

To a family of adorable puppies.

Everything was possible in this park,

And the reason was simple:

In the confines of the South American

Slums, she called a dump a park,

And turned this park into

Her glorious castle.

Like in any fairy tale,

Dragons had to be slain,

And treasures were waiting

To be discovered.

All in all,

This was her world,

And this park remained,

Rosita’s Kingdom of Dreams.

The Hand, The One, The Nonexistant

He is the Hand

They call Him Destruction,

They call Him Beautiful,

They call Him Present,

Others know Him as absent.

But all in all,

They gave Him a name.

Whatever the name,

Whatever the attention

We attribute to It,

He is still

The One.

The One who may be responsible,

The One who is responsible,

The One who does not exist,.

Still,

None can ignore the fact

That

At the end of the day,

Either fighting for or against,

The One

Remains

The debate

Of every soul.

September Prayer

I give me,

I give all,

I give all of me,

To you, 

Jesus.

You have died for me

And that is the death of me.

Lord, come.

Take precedence

Over what is 

No more

So that 

All 

May see

Your light

Alone.

I lay my watchman now to sleep,

If You fill this one desire,

I give You my sceptre to keep,

But Lord, I do require:

Let my city
Be 

Forever broken.

Set up your camps

And make
Pastures of peace

Where the public place

Once had its seat.

Rule,

Over what

You make of me

And in your camps of rest,

In your pastures of peace,

I will find a home.

Beautiful Conqueror,

Make ruins of my broken city

Provide instead,
I plea,

A fortress

Of Living Water:

Eternal security.

Lord, to You alone

And forever be all

The glory,

Au nom de Jésus-Christ,

Amen.

Another Sunny Song

Some sing sad songs to sad hearts,

Making those with the sad hearts feel sadder,

Others sing silly songs where humour is the sense 

That causes smiles to be contagious

Some sing songs for so many seasons,

Creating all sorts of emotions.

Making it clear that a song,

With sounds or with lyrics is

The language of one soul to another,

Using emotion to conjugate the grammar

Of a souls' sole purpose*:

Expression of self.

*My little brother wants credit for helping me find the end of this poem, so CREDIT! ;)

I carry your heart with me by e.e. cummings

Here's a poem that I have just heard for the first time. Honnestly, there seems to be a melody to the way those words have been put together which just gets to me. The style and sincerity you hear when you read his work has a nice gentle tone... I had to post it!!... I hope you like :D


i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
                                  i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

The Mask of a Man Called Greatness

Behind the face of a leader,

In the quiet of his home

Hidden from the sight of more than some,

Lives the brokenness of humanity.

A man lives,

Broken, like the rest of us.

His brokenness is not of one who breaks

For the brothers he has never met;

No. It is not one who longs to fight for every fight;

It is not one cries for those who cry;

But one who breaks for his own pain,

One who knows the fallenness of his own heart

Of a man who fights to keep his head high

For more than just himself,

Fighting back the tears of a heart

That must be silenced to seem strong.

The reflection of his mask has blinded many

Who see him flawlessly.

The notice of his mask, his title,

Gave them a feeling of authority.

They judge his ideologies,

They criticize his actions,

Observing his every move,

Eager to crucify

If ever dares he show

Even the hint

Of his human nature,

Dares he ever

Make a clanger.

They all forget

One simple aspect:

He is simply a man.

In the quiet of his home,

Hidden in his thoughts

Is found the angst of every soul

A desire to see his own world become

What he dreams life should have been.

He realizes that many share his dream

But few ever recognize his burden.

Choosing to be blind by the mask

That shows that he is the greatest of men,

They criticize him

Again.

But just like a child,

He had a simple wish.

Seeing this world become

Better than what it is.

He shared his hope

A hope of haven,

And they gave him

The journey of Hell.

You see, 
Someone 
Should have told him that

Weakness is not aloud

For the greatest of men.

Now, victim of his good intention,

The crowd

Leaves him alone

To find a way

To lead them on

To a new home.

Only the best,

They expect.

Artfully,

They made the dream of his freedom

Become the curse of his existence.

But little does he know that

They also have a dream.

Thinking that they are a better man,

Than he will ever be,

They long to be the possessors of his mask,

Desiring to be the reflectors of this dream.

Those fools will never realize how blinded

They are by the reflection of this mask.

It glitters hope but hides a man cursed 
To stand alone.

And the story goes on that

All they see

Is a dream, an ideal,

A hope led by a simple man.

How could they forget that

Although human

He remains a great man?

Voluntarily, he bears 
The bruises of responsibility

And suffers the cuts of adversity

In the name of a vision.

While they wait for change,

He daily fights for it;

Never loosing faith,

He holds on to this dream

More

Than the rest of us.

This mask he gladly wears,

And his name he well deserves,

He is called Greatness

For his strength

One can never compare.

Something Beautiful by Needtobreathe

 

Love! Love! Love the lyrics! Beautiful musical prayer sung by men who love God... doesn't get any better than this ;P

The Gift of Life

Is there such a thing

As being the master

Of my own life?

Or is it my body,

My heart, my mind,

On which I may

Only wait

So I can

Someday

Take hold

Of the life

That is mine?

But how can one

Take full control

Of what one

Has not chosen

To begin?

Life was a gift

I had no say in.

Could it then

Be that

Taking control,

Be wrong quest?

Is surrendering

Control

Of this gift

The key to the mystery

I have been given?

Becoming the achiever

In the attempt

Of possessing

This unexpected gift?

Must I lose my life

To gain it back?

Becoming the higher

Achiever aiming

To win this battle

Of struggle for control

Waving the flag of white

To show that I surrender

My control, my obsession

Surrendering my greatest weakness,

My beloved temptress

To the One

So I can finally become the victor

Of my life

By gaining Life

In another life

What an unexpected Gift,

Is the gift of Life.

Prayer for the hopeless romantic

Here is a beautifully accurate prayer for a romantic such as myself:

I desire Your will above mine,

So even if you call me to a life of singleness,

My heart is content with YOU – the One who was sent.

YOU are the greatest love story ever told,

The greatest story ever known

You are forever my judge & I’m forever Your witness

And I pray that I’m always found on a mission about my Father’s business

Oh, I will always be Yours!

And I will always wait for You Lord, more than the watchmen wait for the morning…

More than the watchmen wait for the morning… I WILL WAIT ♥

Quote from Janette Ikz' Slam “I Will Wait…for You”

David Bowden's Jermiah

It is people such as him
Who make me notice that
My love, the passion for Him,
Is not that
What it should be.
My reverence to my Lord
My desire for my Savior
My Hunger for the One
Who spoke me to be,
Is not half
What it should be.
And so I pray,
And hope
That what I say,
Leads the way
Back
To the narrow alley:
Commanding my body,
Begging my soul,
As David did
When he bid

His soul:

Praise Ye 

The LORD. 

Praise the LORD, 

O my soul

While I live

I will

Praise the Lord.

Chasing Turning Pages

As I stare down at this book,

I notice the pages of my life

Turning by themselves,

Hurrying at a decided pace,

Ignoring

My own desired pace of life:

Stillness.

I ask myself

If it is me or my body

Fighting off

What feels like

A virus - one

Eating away

At my enthusiasm-

Or, is it simply,

The predicament

Of a stunned heart

Rejecting, the possibility

To turn the page

Rejecting, the possibility

To look upon

The tabula raza of my future

With amity?

Rejecting, the possibility

To gladly look

Upon a bright page of white

Filled

With unforeseen

Promised unexpectations?

When change happened,

I wanted time to freeze.

I tried to make it so,

But failed.

I chose a painless cost,

To make time stop.

Paying with my heart

The price

To passively watch

Reality

Slipping,

And

Racing 

Through, my fingers 

One moment at a time.

(As the sand

Through an hourglass)

Being -frozen in time

Was my intent.

But life -taking its course

Woke me

From a long winter

Of slumber

And stupor

Nature

Made spring arise

As the season of ice

Had to someday pass

As beauty, slowly, awakes,

Now,

I chase after the turning pages

Of a dusty journal,

Trying to write down

The thoughts,

The memories

That make

Loving people

Making memories

And making connections,

A painful endeavour

It seems that

Too many times,

The pages turn

Before I have the time

To even find

The right pen

The right ink

With which

To write

A thought.

An insight from Emily Dickinson...

I challenge you to read this...more than once.

This World is not Conclusion.
A Species stands beyond --
Invisible, as Music --
But positive, as Sound --
It beckons, and it baffles --
Philosophy -- don't know --
And through a Riddle, at the last --
Sagacity, must go --
To guess it, puzzles scholars --
To gain it, Men have borne
Contempt of Generations
And Crucifixion, shown --
Faith slips -- and laughs, and rallies --
Blushes, if any see --
Plucks at a twig of Evidence --
And asks a Vane, the way --
Much Gesture, from the Pulpit --
Strong Hallelujahs roll --
Narcotics cannot still the Tooth
That nibbles at the soul --

A Poem by Emily Dickinson

Food for thought? ...It definitely left me perplexed.

Proverbs 18:14-15

So yesterday, the task oriented individual that I am was faced with a challenging decision to make: take care of my physical state and go to bed early or take care of my emotional state by having fun until God-knows-when. I was feeling quite physically and emotionally drained yesterday but I was also aware that I had not had a good time with friends (away from schoolwork) in a long time and felt my heart state being very low and restless.
 I expect that for many, making this kind of decision would have been easy to make, but to me, it was a hard one. I was really torn between reasonability and fun. And so, I resorted to turn to good old Proverbs for advice... I don't usually just randomly pick a verse from the Bible for instantaneous counsel but yesterday seemed to share the exact advice I was hoping for. Here is what I found:

 ¹⁴ The human spirit can endure a sick body,
      but who can bear a crushed spirit?

 ¹⁵ Intelligent people are always ready to learn.
      Their ears are open for knowledge. (NLT)

And so, there you go. I went out with girlfriends yesterday and care for what seemed to be the wellness of my heart instead of my body. I decided to try something unconventional to my habit. Result?? I had a great time, went to bed in early morning, AND woke up today g way more rested and alert than what I would have hoped, ready to attack school again. Funny how things work out sometimes. Is this a life lesson or simply a circumstantial hazard? I guess only time will tell.

Until next time!

Lily

Learning to Hear

Father, how does one speak with You?

For in light of my honesty,

Speaking to You

Is not the challenge.

Quite frankly,
To me,

Speaking 
Is 
The comfort 
Of

A controlled 
Action.

With sin, as my heritage,

The desire to control,

Is inkling too natural to ignore.

When I do choose to speak,

I, myself become the topic,

My own interest, the concern,

My personal worry, the urgency.

The knowledge that

I have been heard

How I wanted to be heard

Is where my satisfaction lies.

No, speaking to You is not the struggle.

How does one speak with You,
Is what I wonder!

How do I hear You,
How do I listen, to You,
In dialogue dear Maker?
Oh One, whom, I cannot see!

How does one wait in peaceful silence?

How does one relate to the Almighty Voice?

Is listening then, a passive action?

Is it simply to wait and say

Nothing?

Or is listening maybe, active?

Is it to actively respond

To what was heard?

Lord, if speaking with You is my desire,

Then why do I struggle so?

Hearing from You,

Receiving Your words,

Acknowledging Your voice,

Listening, Father,

Is the task which I struggle to perform.

Is it true, Lord

That patience in faith

Is a virtue

You delight

To see

In a faithful servant?

One is then to wonder

If patiently waiting to hear

Your gentle,

Your heavenly voice

Is an active action

In itself.

So many questions,

With You as my topic,

With You as my concern,

With You as my urgency.

Lord, I plead with You,

That

As I learn to wait,

As I learn to hear,

As I learn to listen,

You allow

This heart to be patient,

This heart be faithful,

This heart be intentional.

Allow
This heart to simply become

A friend,

Your

Friend.

The Craftsman’s Maze

You greet me with a smile,

With those eyes…

Your eyes, they say to me

“You are, truly,

The most Beautiful

Thing in the world!”

But as wise,

A crafter of emotions,

Carefully,

Your words,

Your actions,

Express the very mastery of an art.

With games for two,

In a maze from you,

I get lost.

So carefully,

So artfully

Crafted,

A path to love,

Never to be found

You created.

All your actions

Lead to love;

This is

The illusion

You created.

Blind in my innocence

Little did I know

That never

Was I meant

To get there.

To you,

It is a sport,

To get there,

To my heart.

When, to my heart

You hit

Using the name of Cupid

In vain,

The story continues

That

One more broken heart

Is left

Alone and confused

With
For only companion,

Broken hope.

Now,

Still,

I remain 

In this maze.

Now,

With the purpose

To find my way

Back.

Using disillusion

As my compass

To leave

This forsaken place,

I stay far away
From where

I started,

Swearing 
To never again

Fall

Into another

Craftsman’s maze.

Making it now an

Impossible challenge

To be fooled again

In the name of Cupid

By a simple smile or gaze.

Adieu

Je me rends compte

Que le problème

Est que je m’ennuie.

Ma famille au Québec,

Mes amis au Québec,

Ma culture du Québec.

Mes amis là-bas

En Colombie-Britannique,

Je n’ai même pas eu le temps

De vous dire adieu.

Bien honnêtement,

Je n’aurais pas voulu.

Je n’ai toujours pas accepté

De tourner la page

Je ne veux pas.

Oui, j’aime mon autonomie,

Ma belle solitude,

Mes idées d’indépendance,

Mais, J’aime encore mieux

Ceux

Qui me tiennent à cœur.

Vous dire aurevoir

Me fait mal;

Pour trop longtemps,

Vous dire à la prochaine,

Me fait mal;

Je m’ennuie.

Mon mal,

Ma douleur,

Est que vous me manquez.

Est-ce que vous souhaitez

Que je sois à vos côtés?

Appelez-moi folle,

Mais ce mal,

Je préfère le garder

À mes côtés,

Je ne veux pas l’ignorer.

Je veux vous porter

Avec moi,

Toujours,

Dans mon cœur,

Dans mes pensées.

Nos souvenirs sont nombreux,

Nos sourires,

Nos moments,

Nos calins,

Et nos pleures aussi.

Ne dites pas adieu,

Dites que je vous manquerez,

S’il-vous-plaît!

Ne dites pas adieu,

Parce que mon cœur

Ne me le donnera jamais

Ce droit, de le dire,

Adieu.

Noisy Mind!

My mind is so noisy!

All I want to do is to create,

To think,

To spend time with people!

When I sit down to read for school,

My brain,

Simply does not want to take it.

It bombards me with random thoughts, ideas, memories…

It is so frustrating

Not to be able

To focus.

I just want to work on the task at hand

But my brain refuses to let me be

Academically productive.

Dear brain, SHUT UP!

I hide away from the noise because I say that it keeps me from focusing

I hide away from my room because I find it too constraining

I hide away from the school because I want a change of scenery

To every solution, I find a problem

Why am I so DISTRACTED?

Self, I know what I need to do.

Homework!

The will power is there,

I am willing

To put in

The time to work

But the brain power refuses

To work with my will

…Then, I wonder,

How strong is my will?

How long should I stare

At a page

Before my brain

Chooses to function?

Rereading sentences

Over and over

Becomes quite

Discouraging,

It gets frustrating.

How do I discipline my mind?

Am I tired?

Am I lacking some vitamins?

Omega 3,

Maybe?

I already worked out today,

So, that can’t be the problem.

Seriously! What is the matter?

I can’t allow myself a break

From doing nothing

All the time!

It is clearly not logical

It feels quite counter productive.

I feel overwhelmed!!!

I need good marks!

God! PLEASE!

HELP?

2 Corinthians 10:5

We demolish arguments

and every pretension

that sets itself up

against the knowledge of God,

We take captive

Every thought

To make it obedient

To Christ.

So Father, please!

Let me make captive my thoughts.

Give my mind discipline.

Give me a sound mind

Please,

Take away my fear of failure,

Let all I do be done out of Love,

Not out of duty,

And this,

Father,
Includes

My school work.

Lord, let my mind worship you,

Even when it doesn’t want to

So that someday,

I may,

Have the tools to do

What you want me to do.

I understand the season of my life

I must pursue my very best

Use this gift of opportunity

In every season,

So, I pray,

Come what may,

Let it be,

Your will in me.

Amen