Xapa to the World

Category: Random

Stuff that doesn’t fit into a box…like me!

  • Poem: Hallelujah / How Could It Be?

    I couldn’t settle on a title for this poem…so, I just used both.  I wrote this just following my return from an amazing trip…where God showed me so much of myself and the world, and a void that was out there.  I think this could be a song, but right now it’s just a poem, b/c I lack talent in lyric-making.  Enjoy!

    The structure of the first stanza is imagery through the feel of the words.  It feels like a river going over rapids.  To get this effect, utilize the fact that there are no punctuation marks.  So, just read straight through the lines, one after another without any pause between them.  The second and third stanzas have a completely different rhythm and are more songlike.  Read them as thus.  Thanks!

    Hallelujah / How Could It Be?

    August 29th, 2004

    Stepping on new ground
    The wind at my back
    A call from ahead
    My heart’s yearning to listen
    Drinking the water of
    Life overflowing with
    Joy and a peace and a love
    That is growing
    Deep in my soul
    Deep in my mind where the
    Darkness subsides and the
    Light’s getting brighter

    Hallelujah
    Your righteousness calls
    And moves my heart to obey
    How could it be?
    How could this blessing be?

    Hallelujah
    Your calling is clear
    Though the future is cloudy at best
    How could it be?
    How could You be guiding me?

     – Sarah ><>

  • Poem: My Son I Send You

    This poem….I don’t know how to describe it.  I was going to a real earthy kind of feel with it.  The lines of repeating words are to feel like echoes…emphasizing the verbs in the previous lines.  It’s from God’s perspective to us.  I hope you like it:

    My Son I Send You

    May 31st, 2004

    I’m calling for you
    Calling, calling
    Longing for you
    Longing, longing

    My love I send you
    Sending, sending
    Your heart, I’ll mend you
    Mending, mending

    I dread what ends you
    Dreading, dreading
    I’ll tread this for you
    Treading, treading

    My Son I send you
    Sending, sending
    My child, I love you
    Loving, loving

     – Sarah ><>

  • 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 ><>

  • 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 ><>

  • 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 ><>

  • 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 ><>

  • 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 ><>