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.