Xapa to the World

Author: xapatotheworld

  • Poem: Beautiful Feet

    July 25th, 2005

    I’ve looked at the mountains many times
    And been captivated by their beauty.
    They stand majestic over all of creation,
    Looking down, casting a shadow on the land.

    My heart’s dream would be to climb
    And hang on the very top, shouting out –
    Shouting out God’s glory and praise to the world.
    No doubt my feet would be dirty and pained,

    But You’ve called them beautiful! These feet,
    They’ve carried me halfway around the world for You.
    They’ve walked through mud, dirt, filth, water,
    Anything You’ve placed before them.

    But the Message empowers the body
    And any pain I feel is only the aching in my heart
    Of wanting to climb that grandiose mountain.
    “How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news.”

     – Sarah ><>

  • Poem: Eyes

    July 18th, 2005

    I can’t lie and say I haven’t tried
    To imagine a look from your eyes.
    And this candle burning next to me,
    The light flickers and I am wondering…
    Is that the flame or your thoughts
    Dancing there. Maybe both, but
    How will I know? I could sit and
    Think and imagine,
    But that’s all it would be,
    And what a danger it is to settle
    Your thoughts on eyes you’ll never see.

     – Sarah ><>

  • Poem: The Moon, My Heart

    The moon is a frequent subject of my poetry, and I’m not ashamed of it.  I don’t worship the moon.  Instead, it is simply a reminder to me of God’s love.  It is His instrument of wooing to me.  Much like a sunset, or thunderstorm, or cloud shadows….yep, those are beautiful instruments.  Nothing in themselves, but to know that they are a gift from my Maker, the One who loves the very deepest part of me…that makes them special.

    This is not a Christian poem…so don’t look for the spiritual meaning in it.  It is a contemplation of my romantic state.  It’s a reflection of my desire for honesty and realness.  So, there you go!

    July 16th, 2005

    I saw the moon hanging in the sky tonight,
    And I think it was my heart there.
    No stars were shining to keep it company,
    Only itself, big, white, untouched…
    Untouched only by a real love,
    But left cold and hidden by the clouds,
    The many romances which gently called to it,
    Called its light down in a soft glow.
    But once that light was seen,
    The caller shouted it back to the day,
    Or simply ignored it.
    My heart, this object floating –
    Floating like a silver dollar, light enough
    To be blown away with the wind –
    It hangs there, waiting for someone to look,
    Waiting for someone to fall in love
    With the light.

    Sarah ><>