Poem: Loneliness Vs. Truth

November 30th, 2005

I don’t know why
Every time Christmas rolls around
Why I’m reminded of a solitude
Which habitually hangs over me.
Of all things to think about
It’s my least favorite.
Give me anything else,
Even natural disasters, and I’ll be fine.
This feeling is not just my own,
But shared by the whole of humanity.
A nagging feeling inside that
Whatever the circumstance, situation,
We are alone.
Yet, I know I’m not alone!
This pain that creeps into my heart each winter
Is not brought by Truth.
It is an attempt to supplant my hope.
It is a tactic by one who terrorizes the night
Who seeks to take our focus off of
The One Who is forever with us
And put it on us,
Sinners stuck in a sinful world.
This is loneliness, but it is not Truth.

Sarah ><>

Poem: I Remember

So, a couple of years ago, my college group was sitting down for its Bible Study on September 11th.  I forget which day of the week it was…seems like Sunday…and earlier that week, I had printed out a list of all the guys from Ohio who had been killed in the war.  We sat and read through each name and then had a moment of silence.  It was really moving…at least for me.  And then I wrote another poem…per norm.  Here it is:

I Remember

September 11th, 2005

I remember how it felt –
The disbelief, the awe –
With the smoke pouring out
Of the tall, strong towers.

I remember the fear
That crawled onto everyone’s face,
How the hair began to stand
And sleep failed to come.

I remember the hatred
That filled many walls,
Even those with Your Name
Plastered and painted in gold.

I remember the sorrow
As the many died
And our boys put on uniforms
Fighting for us abroad.

I remember the looks
On faces, first stunned,
Then numbed and
Then, forgetting their purpose.

I remember it all
And I shudder at
How quickly we all fall
And forget our despair.

 – Sarah ><>

Have YOU forgotten?

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: Just For One Day

This poem was also a challenge given by the poet’s community.  The challenge was to write a poem about what we would want to do if we had one day to do anything.  The format was not set, just the theme.  I had many things I would like to do…so I put them all in here:

Just For One Day

July 23rd, 2005

Just for one day, I could dream many things.
What would I give a whole day for?
Is there anything I desire so much for?

Yes. Just for one day, I’d like to rest
In the arms of a man who loves me.

Just for one day, I’d like to know
That all my waiting hasn’t been for nothing.

Just for one day I’d like to fly so high
I swear I could never fall down.

Just for one day, if I did come down,
There’d be someone there to catch me.

Just for one day, I’d like to know
That true love really does exist.

Just for one day I’d like to be
All that God wants me to be.

Just for one day, I’d like to be strong enough
To climb the highest mountain.

Just for one day, I’d like to love completely
Without any strings attached inside.

Just for one day, I could dream many things.
What wouldn’t I give for a whole day
For anything I so much desire?

 – Sarah ><>

PS.  I wrote a new poem last night!  First on in about 5 months!  🙂  Maybe it’s coming back!  🙂

Poem: He First Loved Me

  Here is a poem that I particularly like.  The title should strike a cord with my Calvin-buddies out there.  🙂  No, that’s not really a just statement, because regardless of whether you lean Calvinist or not, you have to acknowledge that God loved us first because we were made by Him, and knew Him not until we were created.  He loved us before He made us.  Isn’t that wonderful?

  When you read the first part, it looks like it doesn’t fit, but at the time of writing, I was struggling with having just come out of a relationship, or something of the like.  I can’t remember.  God has blessed me with a short-term memory to some heartaches in my past…without taking away the lessons learned.  But, as always, my introspective self sought to determine my motives for serving God.  Several came to mind, which are mentioned below.  But God’s still, small voice…his gentle whisper…comes through and reminds me that I am not my own and would be lost without Him. 

  I had a discussion with my boss yesterday about how hard it is to think that good will come from bad events in our lives…yet, God promises us that He will make good of them.  It’s hard to see…and somehow, God has graciously helped my heart bypass doubt that the bad will turn good, and when something bad is happening, I am already looking with hope to the good…whatever it may be.  I know that not everyone is able to do that though…so I am grateful for it.  BUT, back to the conversation…we discussed some of the bad things that have happened in her life, and I pointed out some things that I noticed as far as good that has come from those things having happened to her.  It was neat.  She said that with the things that have happened in my own life, she’s surprised that I didn’t turn out more wild and unruly than I am. 

  I think it was Billy Graham who said that the reason God made him a preacher wasn’t because he was such a good guy.  It was because he is capable of such bad things that God decided to keep him on a shorter leash than others.  Maybe that’s how it is for me.  I’m no better than anyone else, but I’m certainly capable of some evil things.  I reflected that thought in this poem.  I hope you can relate to it as you read.  Thanks!

He First Loved Me

July 19th, 2005

I feel I’ve let You down again.
I was walking around and got distracted
By the handsome faces
And beautiful words. Oh, I flutter at those.
I asked myself, “Self, why do you
Do so much for God and His Cause?”
Some thoughts in me cry, “She’s weak!”
“She’s too good!” “She’s afraid!”
Ah, fear. Yes, I do believe that’s a big one.
I stay with God because I’m afraid of what my life would be,
Without Him.
I do fear the world, though I discreetly hide it.
I fail to open myself up for fear of
Being sucked in and lost in the morass.
Or worse! Afraid of being hurt…
But one thought does speak softly,
It sticks out in the meekness of its nature.
“Because you love Him.”
And I think – I love Him because He first loved me.
Yes, so I will take my rest in those words.
“He first loved me.”

 – Sarah ><>

Poem: Faded Glory

May 26th, 2005

This place which You created,
The earth I call my home,
Is a beautiful workmanship
That calls me out to roam.

Every eyeful I receive
Brings my thoughts closer to You,
But it’s all a faded glory
You’ve told me this is true.

No matter where I go
I see it and I know,
There’s something greater set apart
For this race of man, dull of heart.
I hear it in my ears,
And I feel it in my tears,
Both we and earth were made for more
and so this heart of mine implores,

Take me to the place
Where Your glory’s clearly seen
Where my heart is just as rest –
Yes, I know I’ve never been

But it’s right where You are
And my heart won’t hold the scars
Of the brokenness I felt
When I left You and fell.

 – Sarah ><>

Poem: My Trees

This poem…I work at a bank, right?  Right across from the bank I used to work at, there was an empty lot with some beautiful trees that grew in the plots between us and the lot.  They were so sweet.  Very soon, construction started up and the trees were one of the first things to come down.  It happened in the Spring, when the leaves were at their brightest green.  Birds were flying and flitting all around the branches.  After the trees were felled, I saw the birds float forlornly over the dying trees.  It was so sad to me.  And then, in true “Sarah” form, I began to introspect.  And this poem came out.  I hope you enjoy it.  I was under a lot of influence at the time by Robert Frost…so, you might notice some parallels in sound from him…I can’t help but mimic what I’m hearing.  🙂

May 13th, 2005

The tree that grows gracefully –
Brown trunk, straight, solid
With verdant, jagged leaves –
Lightly tosses in the breeze
Of this warm May jour.
Through my window, beyond cars
Choking the air, grabbing at the green
From chutes overhead, I watch
The trees shimmer in the sun.
The greed of paper faces soon takes
My mind and I look down at a tray of
Keys with letters and another face of light.
I glance up at the tall giant and smile
At the secret of Life we both share.
Some men out passed the rows of
Cars, passed a silver grate of separation,
Take plows and dig into a mound of earth.
The trees stand tall, a tender show of
A miracle abounding – as do I.
And then they come, not as surveyers of
Beauty and life, they simply do as they must.
My heart betrays as I see their task.
Though I know the necessity, my heart breaks
As the testimony breaks simply. The giant
Of green, my co-companion in glory, falls –
Quickly, silently, through my triple-paned glass.
How could they? How could they not
See the green leaves, catching the sun
And glowing bright? Could they see
Them tremble at the break,
Falling in a breathless heap? Or,
Is this just my heart I see?
This sight of splendor and craftsmanship,
No more a tall display of a Maker’s care,
Is this the tree or me I see?

Sarah ><>