musings

a couple of verses
at the height
of the night
makes me delight
in your glorious light.

This poem and those that will follow are from my newest collection of poetry. I started writing 28 May 2009. Most of them, if not all, are untitled. Instead of a title, I’ll put on the title of ever post the exact date and time I actually write it.

Today we celebrate the Solemnity of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. Last year it was held on 19 June. I wrote a poem that very day at 10:37 in the evening:

In you, O Lord, I place all my TRUST.
To you I give up all my cares.
To you I loft up my troubles, worries and pains
yet still I am withholding,
my life you are longing…
for I feel unfitting
to do and be your bidding.

I fear, O Lord, and so I pray,
please journey with me day by day.

Torment knocked
shrills, shrieks, sobs
flooded my heart.

SHOCKED, I was…
legseyeshandsmouth.
frozen. unmoved.
Guilty, I am.

No
prosecution
witness
judge
crime
victim
proof
none

Just me
Just God

little, i saw myself
short, dwarfed
nothing to show
nothing to boast
frustration haunts,
bitterness creeps in,
done it, i shouldn’t have.

Guilty, i am.
Sin, i did.

mind speaks beneath its shell, t r y i n g  to
piece out words that might

tell – how lovely, oh how sweet
such beauty. An astounding

panorama before my eyes
such sight for

so looooooong I’ve longed.
to see, to p o n d e r .

such a great spectacle.
such L I G H T.

such tremendous
light, so close,

never have I thought,

six feet’s just
enough to be

here.

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…                             ..!

In darkness (there’s) sadness.
In joy (there’s) light.
In war (there’s) noise.
In silence (there’s) peace.
In unity (there’s) strength.
In weakness (there’s) conflict.

Is there joy in darkness?
Is there sadness in light?
Is there peace in war?
Is there noise in silence?

Can there be strength in weakness
– conflict in unity?

I paused,

rekindled my thoughts
looked back at my life
I’ve lived. I’ve walked. I’ve trod’d.
What’s within me, I saw,
discovered, my self,
ventured, my life,
found liberty,
found reality,
found hope,
found light,
leading
guiding
strengthening
me.

I stained
my paper
I spilled
my thoughts
I knew myself

Oh, happiness,
for a moment,
I felt.

– finite refuge.

who have lived
lived life for real
real choices made
made life real.

who have served
served our country’s plea
plea for bliss
bliss ending pleas.

who have died
died in pain
pain for none grieved
grieved on your hidden pain.

who have lived
lived well and served
served well and died
died with dignity preserved.

A hero in deed.

No one has loved
No one has cared
No one has done
No one has felt

No one did shout
No one did pout
No one did fight
No one did move

No one walked
No one prayed
No one cried
No one helped

No one is all
No one is true
No one is real
No one is you.

Prisoner as I am
of this flock that I’m in.
Where its journey would take me,
a big mystery it is.

Spilled milk it may be,
but it will forever be me.
The scars that distress me,
a sweet pain it is.

Darkness may clasp my way,
yet I do not fear.
For I know You’re in me,
and Your Light I could share.

Every time the sun sets,
I can’t tell how hard it gets.
But I know that our eyes would meet,
in the time that was set.