I didn't feel like I was done with this so here is a continuation of Ocean, under a different title, and including the first part.
Waves of the ocean rush by beneath me
The horizon calls them quickly to thee.
Before me they stretch, reaching the edge
Of what could be anything, an end or a ledge.
To the sea, to the sea! The indomitable sea.
Where dolphins glide by with glorious glee,
And whales breach that hor’zontal wall
With vertical ‘ruptions and sweet mating calls.
But somewhere, there! you're waiting still,
Beyond that edge of sight until
Some place you found, separate from me
With nothing between us, but the sea.
O the sea, O the sea! That unconquerable sea.
To long have I wandered in search of thee.
The whales are singing of the coming event;
That of my soon and assured advent.
A day, a week, a month of years
My journey unknown to a thousand seers.
My ship has taken its toils and tolls,
But this heart's passion hasn't lulled.
The sea, the sea! The incredible sea,
A difficult medium, fair 's it may be.
Taken by it, taken from you,
Soon to return 'f God's grace be true.
Night falls again, to the heavens I glance
Hoping 'gainst all for a glimmer of chance
That my quest is closer to its final end
When your hand in mine will be the trend.
O sea, O sea! O vast, mirrored sea.
The heavens' beauty's reflected in thee.
And with the stars I traverse the waves,
My life I brave, my love to save.
Your land I sight, "Ahoy!" I cry,
I greet it with relief and I sigh,
For sooth my quest is now finé,
And porting I turn 'round to say,
My sea, my sea! My faithful sea,
Much thanks I give on this bent knee.
Though by many a trouble were we beset,
No challenge proved too much a threat.
Stepping ashore I glance all around,
And seeing you in your blue and white gown,
I break down in tears as we finally embrace,
And thank God Almighty for His great grace.
O my Love, O my Love! O my beautiful Love,
So long have I searched, my perfect dove.
At last we're together, forever to be,
Thanks to His grace and the vast, blue sea.
September 30, 2007
September 23, 2007
Life is not an RPG
Today, I had an epiphany. To preface, I will say that this is extremely embarrassing on my part and a little shameful.
Life is not like a role playing game (RPG). More specifically, a Christian's life. Yes, this was my lightning-strike-to-the-head-like realization. I caught myself thinking that if I didn't commit particular sins for such-and-such number of days, then my grace meter would recharge. Well, forgiveness and grace are not some meter that recharges after you've committed a sin. They are ever-present, but you have to receive them, accept them, and realize the wrong you've done, asking anew and thanking God for forgiveness. I hadn't been doing anything like that. I merely thought that if I waited long enough, the meter would recharge and I'd be okay in God's eyes again. Whew, what was I thinking? Whoops, sinned again, now I have to wait an indeterminate amount of days before I'm all kosher again, right? Nope, that's wrong. Well, there. For your thinking pleasure.
Life is not like a role playing game (RPG). More specifically, a Christian's life. Yes, this was my lightning-strike-to-the-head-like realization. I caught myself thinking that if I didn't commit particular sins for such-and-such number of days, then my grace meter would recharge. Well, forgiveness and grace are not some meter that recharges after you've committed a sin. They are ever-present, but you have to receive them, accept them, and realize the wrong you've done, asking anew and thanking God for forgiveness. I hadn't been doing anything like that. I merely thought that if I waited long enough, the meter would recharge and I'd be okay in God's eyes again. Whew, what was I thinking? Whoops, sinned again, now I have to wait an indeterminate amount of days before I'm all kosher again, right? Nope, that's wrong. Well, there. For your thinking pleasure.
September 19, 2007
September 18, 2007
Ocean
Waves of the ocean rush by beneath me
The horizon calls them quickly to thee.
Before me they stretch, reaching the edge
Of what could be anything, an end or a ledge.
To the sea, to the sea! The indomitable sea.
Where dolphins glide by with glorious glee,
And whales breach that hor’zontal wall
With vertical ‘ruptions and sweet mating calls.
But somewhere, there! you're waiting still,
Beyond that edge of sight until
Some place you found, separate from me
With nothing between us, but the sea.
O the sea, O the sea! That unconquerable sea.
To long have I wandered in search of thee.
The whales are singing of the coming event;
That of my soon and assured advent.
The horizon calls them quickly to thee.
Before me they stretch, reaching the edge
Of what could be anything, an end or a ledge.
To the sea, to the sea! The indomitable sea.
Where dolphins glide by with glorious glee,
And whales breach that hor’zontal wall
With vertical ‘ruptions and sweet mating calls.
But somewhere, there! you're waiting still,
Beyond that edge of sight until
Some place you found, separate from me
With nothing between us, but the sea.
O the sea, O the sea! That unconquerable sea.
To long have I wandered in search of thee.
The whales are singing of the coming event;
That of my soon and assured advent.
September 14, 2007
Blockage
No! I'm not talking about my nose, but as I write this, I'm still getting over a head cold I got on my vacation. The blockage I refer to is in my mind...yes, the mind. It is home to millions (guessing on number) of neurons all firing to keep you walking, sitting, breathing, and thinking. Unfortunately I think some neurons got fed up and went on strike. They've clustered together and are inhibiting...something artistic. I can't seem to form any words that go together in that beautiful form of expression known as poetry. It makes me angry and I'm afraid I may just pop. I just wanted you to know that something is just waiting to come forth into form, and even though it may suck...at least it'll be there. More to come...
September 11, 2007
The Garden Isle
After returning from his exploits just over 25° worth of latitude south (relative to the Earth's magnetic north pole) of the place he calls home, the intrepid explorer felt the need to bring people who knew and cared about him up to speed on his journey in the quickest possible way, so as not to bore them. Deciding then to focus on just one of the many places he visited, the journeyed man chose Kaua'i, or Kauai as the principal and only location with which to tell a story. Writing from the third person and vaguely referencing the first jokingly was only an afterthought...to him.
Begin entry:
It began like any other day, but somehow, he knew this day would be different. For one, it wasn't as humid as the other islands. This one must be special, and indeed it was, for this was the Garden Isle, the oldest of the eight. Home to wild chickens, wild pigs, and wild cats (kitty cats, not wildcats). Scenes from Six Days Seven Nights and Jurassic Park, among others, were filmed here for the mountainous jungle country rampant throughout the land. A paradise in the traveler's opinion.
Disembarking his extravagant ship, the brave explorer, along with his select kindred, traversed the outer markets and too'rist traps to find the adventure awaiting them; a trip down a two mile, water filled, hand dug trench, 70% of which is in dark, twisting tunnels. Originally dug to bring water down the mountain to irrigate sugarcane fields, the trench is now used as an attraction for visitors to get a little history, stay cool, and enjoy the scenery as only a moving body of water can give.
The inner tube used as the transport device down the channel, was large and encumbering. Armed with only a helmet-light and gloves, the tube would bounce off the rock walls as you lazily drifted down this man-made river. Into dark foreboding tunnels and briefly back into lush jungle shrubberies before diving into another tunnel; this was the path the river took. His party consisted of two guides that were both amusing and informative with an added bonus that they were also quite personable. Yes, indeed, it was a journey that the traveler will not soon forget.
The completion of the traversement involved a lunch that had been prepared for the travelers and a swimming hole, complete with small waterfall. The intrepid man was pleased. Small wild cats even appeared, as if Ace Ventura: Pet Detective had sat with the group of explorers. The adorableness of the situation was not lost on our protagonist. Returning to his craft, our brave explorer reflected, and decided that this island was indeed...perfect.
Begin entry:
It began like any other day, but somehow, he knew this day would be different. For one, it wasn't as humid as the other islands. This one must be special, and indeed it was, for this was the Garden Isle, the oldest of the eight. Home to wild chickens, wild pigs, and wild cats (kitty cats, not wildcats). Scenes from Six Days Seven Nights and Jurassic Park, among others, were filmed here for the mountainous jungle country rampant throughout the land. A paradise in the traveler's opinion.
Disembarking his extravagant ship, the brave explorer, along with his select kindred, traversed the outer markets and too'rist traps to find the adventure awaiting them; a trip down a two mile, water filled, hand dug trench, 70% of which is in dark, twisting tunnels. Originally dug to bring water down the mountain to irrigate sugarcane fields, the trench is now used as an attraction for visitors to get a little history, stay cool, and enjoy the scenery as only a moving body of water can give.
The inner tube used as the transport device down the channel, was large and encumbering. Armed with only a helmet-light and gloves, the tube would bounce off the rock walls as you lazily drifted down this man-made river. Into dark foreboding tunnels and briefly back into lush jungle shrubberies before diving into another tunnel; this was the path the river took. His party consisted of two guides that were both amusing and informative with an added bonus that they were also quite personable. Yes, indeed, it was a journey that the traveler will not soon forget.
The completion of the traversement involved a lunch that had been prepared for the travelers and a swimming hole, complete with small waterfall. The intrepid man was pleased. Small wild cats even appeared, as if Ace Ventura: Pet Detective had sat with the group of explorers. The adorableness of the situation was not lost on our protagonist. Returning to his craft, our brave explorer reflected, and decided that this island was indeed...perfect.
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