Xapa to the World

Author: xapatotheworld

Poem: Just You and Me
This piece is kind of a strange one. I think that when I sat down to write this, I was thinking of me and a boy…and it just ended up about me and God…in the intimate relationship of a Father and daughter. Enjoy!
Just You And Me
February 24, 2004
it’s just you and me
sitting here together
just you and me
thinking on my dreams
help me to love you
as you have loved me
if it’s just you and me
mold my dreams
to your perfect plan
it’s just you without me
that matters the most
pull my eyes from them
who would pull my focus
from just you and me
– Sarah ><>
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February 24, 2004
Poem: It’s Not What’s In Me
Yes, I did write this shortly after Valentine’s Day…and I don’t think it has any significance. This is another result of a really humbling experience…I’m not sure what it was, but I remember it being very humbling, and I was just taken away with how little God needs us. YET, He has grace and mercy to consider us…that is our blessing. He loves us.

February 17, 2003

Humanistic efforts
Fall short in Your mercy
Glory and grace
It’s not what’s in me
Mediocre collections of a meager ability
By Your grace, You make it complete
Finish the work that only You could start
These trappings in my heart
Crumble in Your holiness
It’s not what’s in me
Or what I can do
A chasing after the sun
Sinking in a fountain of blue
Open ears, open hearts
Drinking the Light I simply bring
It’s not what’s in me
Only what You gave
You give it to others
With or without me.

– Sarah ><>
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February 17, 2004
Poem: Bring Me Back to You
January 15, 2004

My eyes wander
My heart wanders
My thoughts wander

Bring me back to You, Lord
Bring me back to You.

I see him there
He knows what to say
He knows how to act
He knows how to pray

Bring me back to You, Lord
Bring me back to You

Could he be “the one”
Could this be true?
My heart feels a tugging
Am I sure this is You?

Bring me back to You, Lord
Bring me back to You

I dream of us together
I plan out our lives
We haven’t even spoke it
My thoughts I fight to hide

Could this be You, Lord?
Bring me back to You

– Sarah ><>
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January 15, 2004
Poem: Muktinath, Nepal
This poem was written for a little town that I discovered in researching the country of Nepal. It is a very strange town. For one, it’s very high in the Himalayan Mountains. You cannot fly into it or drive into it. You have to be taken to a nearby city and then trek the rest of the way. This adds to the profound religious nature of the city. Three different religions make pilgrimages to this town: The Hindus, Buddhists, and those practicing animism (tribal religions). Here’s a link to the website promoting the town: http://www.muktinath.org/ When you browse through the pictures, you can see hundreds of thin flags hanging from lines all through the town, around the special sites. It is a city where earth, wind, fire, and water all meet – which adds to the perceived holiness. In one section, there are natural gases emitted from the ground which burn continually. In another section, there are 100 streams of water, coming from stone boar’s heads (which are one of the avatars of Vishnu). It is such a strange place, where so many people go to seek perdition and to maintain holiness. My heart has been with this town for a long time and here is my poem to it and the people who live and visit there.
Muktinath, Nepal
December 30, 2003
Why are your eyes so red and tired?
Is the wheel not granting you peace?
Do the flames that surround you
Cause you grief and fear?
The girls come and dance at the temple
They wave their scarves
Full of color and devotion.
The women come to learn and serve
Giving their lives to the spirits of stone.
The boys come to pray.
The men come with red dripping from their faces and hands
Hopes of cleanliness and enlightenment.
You are searching, my love.
You are reaching for the One
But you grasp at these scarves, hanging in the breeze.
How I long to bring the Message.
Will someone share with you?
Who would take it up the mountain?
Climb into the crevasses so worn and dark with worship.
Stand on the ridge with your back to the wind.
You have become a scarf floating in the air.
An offering to the earth that you would join.
Dream of a God who loves you.
Dream of a God who died for you.
He will come and love you.
Come inside from the cold
from the harsh north wind.
Take shelter in the arms of the One who holds you.
– Sarah ><>
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December 30, 2003
Poem: For Dr. Terrell
This poem is in honor of a professor (actually the former president) of my college. I got to the college in 2003, and Dr. Gail Terrell had already been sick for some time. After about a month, he passed away from complications in the hospital. I went to his funeral knowing nothing of him but the reputation that he had with the others there. I had never met him, but I was moved by the funeral, so I wrote this poem about it.

October 14th, 2003

Hi
I never met you
I don’t really know why I’m here
I’ve heard so much about you
This is so uncomfortable

Everyone here is in tears
Some have smiles
Some can’t show their face

Look at her up there
She’s heart-broken
Trying to be strong in all this
She says fine, but we know, she’s torn inside
I can’t imagine

Half of her is missing
Half of her heart, half of her body
The unity is gone
She’s been broken
Tears fall and water the earth

Where are you living now?
In a castle of sunflowers
Glowing with the brilliance of
The One who stole your heart so long ago?
Are clouds surrounding you now?
Or are you living in the very hand of God?

Wow, I can’t believe I’m starting to cry
I never even met you
The ones close to me are grieving
I don’t know why
They do

You fed their minds
You touched their hearts
You encouraged their souls
Their tears fall and water the earth

The children are here too
I never knew them either
They hold their hearts in their hands now
Tears fall and water the earth

Goodbye
I never met you
But your hand has touched my heart
Just like everything else

– Sarah ><>
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October 14, 2003
Poem: Nighttime
I love the night, the feel of it…being outside…I love dusk. I love the stars and lightning bugs. So here’s a poem that brings all of those elements together. It was published by the National Poet’s Society…but, please, don’t let that impress you…they’d publish the result of a child pounding their fists on a keyboard…honestly…someone tried it. It worked. 🙂
Nighttime
2003
Have you ever tried to chase the moon?
As its soft yellow crescent rocks down to the horizon?
While the stars dance around it
and drip light through the seas that darken its surface.
Have you seen it grow as it dips beneath the skyline and peeks through the trees
that toss it back and forth,
and forth and back?
What wonderful magic the dark sky plays on the watchful eyes of a child,
sitting and connecting the stars into heroes and villains and damsels.
While grass collects the dew between his fingers and
sticks to the toes of a girl
as she chases the lightning bugs that bring the stars so much closer to us.
– Sarah ><>
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March 25, 2003
Poem: Horses of the Apocalypse
So, this poem…I’m not sure what explanation is needed. I wrote this when I was a junior in high school. I used a strange form of alliteration, by beginning each line with the letter A. It’s based on the account of the four horsemen of Revelation. Enjoy!
Horses of the Apocalypse
September 28, 2000
At the sound of the trumpet, clops can be heard.
A blur in the distance comes slowly into view.
A man gallantly sitting on a horse of white, draws
An unarmed bow.
A crown placed on his head, given to give
Awful power to conquer the strongest nations.
Another horse and man ride and follow.
Able to diminish the peace of the world on his fiery stallion.
A sword of steel is poised in his hand.
After the first and the second,
A steed, black as pitch and tar
And the darkest of evil and sin,
Approaches with a rider of famine,
Always unbalancing the scales that he holds.
Away he comes to starve the earth.
As they trot away to uphold the fate,
All people cry out as the next canters in.
Anatomy the color of a face frightened to
Almost nothing.
A rider upon the palest mare, named Death
Arriving to destroy the world in numbers.
At the end, however,
At last, comes a mighty white horse, with
An angel of nobility and honor upon his back.
A name that was known only to him, written on his
Arm. He races off with
An army following. He defeats the evil AntiChrist
And throws him into the fiery lake.
– Sarah ><>
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September 28, 2000
Poem: My Place
June 24, 1999

Through many dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come,
To find my place in your awesome plan,
Has been hard but awfuly fun.

Your prophets come and then they go,
So far and few between,
That I wonder if I could be a prophetess,
What a wonderful life I’d lead.

But whatever you plan for my kingdom’s place,
I will gladly take to my heart,
For know it will work, to the very end,
I can feel each and every part.

Sarah ><>
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June 24, 1999
Poem: Loneliness
I wrote this poem when I was very young as well. I was in 8th grade, actually. But, here you go.
Loneliness
August 31, 1997
Loneliness is just a state of mind,
Nobody is actually alone, yet people say they are.
Maybe they can’t see someone but He’s there.
He surrounds them with love and understading, though they don’t feel the Warmth.
So many people say they’re alone, but few take the chance to see if it’s true.
– Sarah ><>
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August 31, 1997
Poem: Are You Alone?
September, 1995

What makes you think you’re all alone,
When GOD protects you all along?
When HE is by your side,
And helps you all the time,
What makes you think you’re all alone?
Are you alone?

Sarah ><>
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September 1, 1995