Poetry...

A Poem for my Lord

Hearts in pain,
Faces of disdain;
Who can know my heart?

People in need;
Victims of greed.
How much sadness can one heart take?

I am so small,
Trying to break down this wall
thats keeping my heart from joy.

Then You came.
I'll never be the same,
With Your love it all crumbled away.

You took my hand,
and healed my heart.
You wiped away my tears,
and you conquered my fears.

You gave me reason to live again.

Curious

Poetry...

I breathe,
I smile.

I live,
and I give.

I care,
I listen.

I praise,
God who I love.

Curious

Wow its been a while...

I've had poetry ideas springing at me for the last week or so, and today I thought I'd sit down and try and write some of them out into my blog, and then realised that I couldn't find it...

It took me a few minutes of web-browsing before I found it again, and then realised I haven't written anything since February... thats shameful really.

University really does sap more time out of your life than you bargain for...

A piece of plastic with my name on it...

I went to university today.
I took a train almost all the way.
I heard interesting conversations,
As we passed through the stations.
I almost got lost,
Until my head I tossed,
And saw my destination was the other way.

We passed through the door,
Went up, floor after floor.
Sat at a desk, and was told
The right place to become part of the fold.
And so I went, and I queued,
And gave all that was dued,
Everything was cleared, confusion gone.

An ID they say is necessity,
To be a part of this community-
And so I queued once again
We stood and we stood in that lane
Till my photograph was ready to be taken
So that I myself could not be mistaken
For any other student or person for that matter.

I had the sensation
As I waited at the station;
That those around me,
In this people sea
Were my age
And at my stage
In this time of university.

Everyone has that piece of plastic with their name on it.

Curious

Ice-bergs

Once we played in the snow
Cool and white,
Then we had to go
Soon to be out of sight.

I'm floating away from you,
My chords are fraying.
There is nothing I can do,
Do you hear what I'm saying?

The iceberg is breaking,
The pieces cracking at their seams.
I miss you listening.
I miss you in my dreams.

We are floating apart,
Off to new beginnings,
It's breaking my heart.
It's time to start again.

Curious

Refuge

I awake in the night. My brain full of activity, not wanting to sleep. I get up, careful not to wake those sleeping on the floor around me. My sleeping-bag seems to scream in the night. I escape down the creaky stairs. I find the outside door, and am greeted by the cool embrace of a 2am breeze. A bench sits a few meters away, beckoning. I sit on the cold wooden slats, and sway gently. Rocky hears me come out, and has come to investigate. Satisfied that it is only his master he lies down a few feet away. I am tempted to go to him and run my hands over his cool and soft fur, I like his ears the most. But I don't. I am safe here, under the fluorescent security light, with my dog close by. No one is awake to disturb me. I have found my refuge, my quiet place.

I am content.