Retreat

This is a re-posting of a poem I wrote (3.31.2008). It just reminds me of how much I need to set aside time to be able to think and meditate and contemplate and reflect on God! It's a good reminder to me of what happens when I spend time with Him... He speaks!

Lessons by the sea

In the distance, I hear the ocean's roar
Its peaceful waves lapping the shore
It caught my ear, it caught my eye
Such a vision, so near, so nigh

As I looked, it spoke to me
Mortal man, can you see?
I, His work, proclaim His name
Do you, His beloved, do the same?

My tongue was tied, I could not speak
Here, its waters, so mighty so deep
Its roar, explain it cannot, to those who can hear
Its language so alien, so foreign, imperceptible to the ear

Yet I gifted with the tongue of men
With language that the ear can understand
Fail to declare while the ocean perseveres
The God who loves, who loves even me

I guess this is what happens when I heed the words "be still"
His mighty works I even begin to hear
O God, loosen my tongue that I may praise
For ever did I hear even the ocean say

God is near, here and everywhere
His praise, His works will never fail
To proclaim, to declare, to shout, to roar
The Blood of the Lamb conquers all

To us, His children, are given this task
To show His love as in His love we bask
Our sins as great as they may ever be
Greater still is He, our Saviour, our King

As fast as feet could ever fly
The Lord is Risen, must be our cry
His kingdom there shall be no end
Usher must we His kingdom, till all knees bend

and scene...

A new poem to greet the New Year

Well, I had a good Christmas and New Year. That's always good. It's been awhile since I've written a poem, so I figured I would do one today. I like writing poems from time to time to express myself in written form. So, hope you enjoy it...

Song of Sid III

Love, the word that causeth so much pain to my very being
For in that word, I find failure and discontent
The command to love others, extended to those my eyes can see
Within me breeds such displeasure, no mortal tongue can stay.

Why should I love the others, the strange ones
For that is who they are to me, strangers they will remain
Proximity and affinity will ne’er translate to intimacy
Though I be in their vicinity, yet they are none to me
They are banished in the land of Love-Not
And there, firmly made residents.

You remind me that I was once such an inhabitant
Yet you came for me, and fed me, and clothed me
And in so doing, exiled me to live in the Land of The Loved
There You sent me, and bid me stay.

Though I try to escape, the shackles of peace restraineth me
Though I try to leave, the nails of charity won’t release me

Love, a word commanded to me
In due time will it slay me, and be made Victor
In Love’s victory, I shall be defeated
And thus shall I live in the Land of the Loved
Where Love is made victor, and I, poor I,
Shall be made citizen till Azrael takes me hold.