Xapa to the World

Category: Nature Related

This is my Father’s world, I rest me in the thought of rocks and trees, of skies and seas, His hand the wonders wrought.

  • Poem: Cold Winter 6

    6
    February 17th, 2007

    The dark engulfs me and the trees surrounding.
    The moon is bright behind the branches
    Causing the limbs to look other-worldly
    Refracting through the ice encased around them.
    Oh I’m warm in my little car,
    But cold is lurking outside,
    Wishing to take me aside and introduce me
    To this Martian foliage of glass and light.
    But I know if we become acquainted
    It would spell certain death to me.
    Yes, to know these beasts, to be intimate!
    I can’t even imagine.
    Such a look of wonder presides on my face
    As I stare out the window at the trees.
    Can they be real? Or,
    Maybe they are in my mind,
    With their vibrant illumination.
    Hmm, I cannot tell.
    They must be real, but I’m sure they would
    Break if I stare much longer.

     – Sarah ><>

  • Poem: The Heavy Moon

    December 11th, 2006

    The night is falling around me,

    As the colors of the sun sink below the line of trees.

    My spirits are down tonight,

    Thinking of unfulfilled dreams and distant goals.

    Inability and incapacity weigh my heart in the evening.

    Feelings incapability and stagnation are deadening.

    I sigh, and turn around the car to drive back home.

    Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a light.

    Natural and serene, but present just the same,

    I toss my glance to the side and see the moon.

    My old friend. 

    He is fat and plump stationed in the sky.

    He has the color of a pumpkin aging gently.

    Seeing him makes my heart leap,

    For he is a dear friend and a messenger from God

    Reminding me of His love and care. 

    The world around me seems to melt away,

    Then suddenly it fills back in like the light of the stars,

    Or waves crashing on a rocky cliff. 

    I thank my friend for his delivering the message

    And kiss at the sky to my Papa

    And drive home feeling lighter than the heavy moon.

    Sarah ><>

  • Poem: Time = Clarity?

    November 8th, 2006

    “Timing is everything.”
    So they say
    And every day I live, I find out
    How true it is.
    These past couple of years are spent in haziness,
    Like the fog outside,
    Filling in thegaps of the trees.
    Reminds me of the cotton in a
    Bottle of pills.
    No, this is softer, less coarse.
    It’s pleasant to my eyes, my mind.
    I love the fog.
    I know, some point, it will become clear
    But I’m enjoying sitting here,
    Ignorant of what’s 30 feet ahead of me.
    All I see is me, fog, and the near distance.
    I feel a Presence, beyond my sight,
    I know it’s You.
    And I love it.  I love, love – love it.
    Is seeing clearly asll it has to be?
    Or can I be content in this
    Pea-soup dream of a reality?
    I think I can.  Should I?
    Only time will tell.

    by Sarah ><>