Signs, Times, and Tears
I'm not really sure how I feel about this one. I wrote it Friday morning while I was in Lit. of the Western World and we were watching a video about C.S. Lewis that I'd already seen before. It's in a different format on the paper, and I may put that up at a later time, because I think that it looks cool that way, but I'm not sure that it would turn out the same in a blogger window.
I always feel weird about how a lot of my poetry tends to end up turning towards God. I mean, I guess that it's a good thing but every now and then I feel it's rather Deus Ex Machina and I only do it because I can't end it another way. This one fits without the third section, so I could have left it out, but I didn't feel right doing that. Oh well.
I think that I may start writing on here quite a bit more, and not only poetry. My Sociology class has shown / is showing me that for what I can do with words, I can't always get them out on the page. College says that this is a problem.
Enjoy.
It rained today,
And I don't know,
But that could be a sign;
Of what,
I'm sure that I can't see,
It's messing with my mind.
The weather
It is beautiful,
I'd love this all the time;
Love what,
I'm sure that I don't know,
It's messing with my mind.
A song I hear,
Of Adam's kind,
It makes me want to cry;
Hear him,
I'm sure that I can not,
It's messing with my mind.
The snow I'll see,
But can not yet,
Why that could be a sign;
Snow come,
I'm sure that I won't know,
It's messing with my mind.
That weather,
It was beautiful,
I loved it at the time;
Love still,
I'm sure that I may yet,
It's messing with my mind.
A song I hear,
The first time right,
And now I start to cry;
Weep now,
I'm sure that I might not,
It's messing with my mind.
My heart of love
Is givn' away,
This surely is the sign;
To whom,
I'm sure that I know now,
And He has made my mind.
My thoughts of love
Are not my own,
I start to see this time;
See now,
I'm sure in truth I do,
It starts to clear my mind.
My life of love,
I want to live,
For always will I cry;
For tears,
I'm sure that I do love,
For He has cleared my mind.
I always feel weird about how a lot of my poetry tends to end up turning towards God. I mean, I guess that it's a good thing but every now and then I feel it's rather Deus Ex Machina and I only do it because I can't end it another way. This one fits without the third section, so I could have left it out, but I didn't feel right doing that. Oh well.
I think that I may start writing on here quite a bit more, and not only poetry. My Sociology class has shown / is showing me that for what I can do with words, I can't always get them out on the page. College says that this is a problem.
Enjoy.
It rained today,
And I don't know,
But that could be a sign;
Of what,
I'm sure that I can't see,
It's messing with my mind.
The weather
It is beautiful,
I'd love this all the time;
Love what,
I'm sure that I don't know,
It's messing with my mind.
A song I hear,
Of Adam's kind,
It makes me want to cry;
Hear him,
I'm sure that I can not,
It's messing with my mind.
The snow I'll see,
But can not yet,
Why that could be a sign;
Snow come,
I'm sure that I won't know,
It's messing with my mind.
That weather,
It was beautiful,
I loved it at the time;
Love still,
I'm sure that I may yet,
It's messing with my mind.
A song I hear,
The first time right,
And now I start to cry;
Weep now,
I'm sure that I might not,
It's messing with my mind.
My heart of love
Is givn' away,
This surely is the sign;
To whom,
I'm sure that I know now,
And He has made my mind.
My thoughts of love
Are not my own,
I start to see this time;
See now,
I'm sure in truth I do,
It starts to clear my mind.
My life of love,
I want to live,
For always will I cry;
For tears,
I'm sure that I do love,
For He has cleared my mind.
posted by Foolish Thing Nine at 3:01 PM
6 Comments:
I don't think that you should have any weird feelings about writing about God. He has given us all so much. I hope that you do start writting on here more often. Words may be hard to get out but once they are out you don't know what God will do to turn them for Him.
I like the last three stanzas and I think the poem seems disoriented and disjointed with out them, unless I'm totally reading it wrong. I am so happy that God is showing you true and fulfilling love through Him! :) You really deserve it! Have a happy week!
Pretty deep plowing while distractions abound.
Great poem. Thanks for the comment...even though I have no clue what you mean.
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