Unloading: a rough poem

15 09 2012

Time stolen. Intensity. Breathlessness.
Glances. Unbidden tears. Wide smiles.
A too-small space, with closeness forced.
Closed eyes, open ears, full but wondering mind.

The difficulty was always holding back,
Staying in the present,
Not letting things get ahead of themselves.
But the frustration is constant, often.

Coincidences
Sharing
Doubts
Uncertainty
Lies?

Knowing so much and yet so little
It’s dragging me down
Squeezing me shut
Wringing me out

A decision will need to be made —
The passion too soon to fade.





a little later, maybe?

25 12 2007

this season, i’ve been thinking about the reason for christmas. sure, everyone says that the reason is Jesus, but what do we look forward to? is it really the fact that our Saviour came as a soft, smelly, crying baby (people who really think Jesus the baby didn’t cry are kidding themselves), or is it because of the great new game console we just got? i’ve been doing a lot of thinking particularly because i’ve had to write my term papers and not have much of a break – but that’s just because i’ve left it till approximately the last minute.

we watched ‘home alone’ every christmas when we were growing up, and even though we could recite huge portions of the movie at a time, we still laughed over it. the traditions of the festival… is it more than this? there is more to christmas than pudding, and ham, and turkey-that-should-be-for-thanksgiving-only-we’re-not-american-and-don’t-celebrate-it, and crackers and reruns and candles and friends-we-don’t-have-anything-to-say-to. this is the season that everything came to pass. this is the season that means the sum total of existence.

this is the season of love.

and love is.

merry christmas, everyone.