Snippet

She took up a rag-pile of words—used-up, torn-up mouthfuls—

And snipped and snapped,

This way, that way,

Follow the shape in your head,

And let it lead you to your heart.

She sewed them up, bit by bit, and it—just—fit!

And he walked away proud, head high and shoulders

Back, clothed in affection.

Peeking Out From My Past--The Second.

The Forest.



In the forest, quiet and deep

Where some like to play, and others sleep

I like to sit and think awhile

Of thoughts and dreams that make me smile

And in the forest, dark and deep,

Where I like to think of things so sweet

There is a stream, a bubb’ling brook

In which I love to sit and look

Upon the lovely waterfall

And think not to be there at all

On eagle’s wings I fly away

To dream of things of coming days

For in the song of the bubb’ling brook

At whose waters it is a joy to look

Is a song of songs, a hymn of joy,

And Fantasy is a tink’ling toy.

A song of joy, soft and complete

For a dreamer-girl am I

And I love to lie, O dreamer I

In the forest, by the water’s side.

A song of worship.

Hello--

The word seems to reverberate in my head tonight. It's been a while-- 

I'm working on many things to post--which will probably appear soon and very soon--but only this is ready right now. I have music to it--but unfortunately no equipment or experience recording. Eventually something might happen. But I'm not sure anytime soon. I'm still fiddling with the melody anyway.

Until then--if then--enjoy the lyrics. I'd love to hear suggestions as to better rhyme patterns, refinement of the theme... I think it still needs work but I'm not sure where.

...

(Verse 1)
You are my Banner
You I will follow
Wherever You lead me
There I will go

You are my Savior
You I belong to
Though I am sinful
You made me Yours

(Chorus)
I know I'm safe with You--
I know I'm safe with You--

(Verse 2)
You have a strong arm
You hold my weak heart
Whenever my hands fail
You are my strength

You, Lord, are righteous
You, Lord, are holy
Your love is unfailing
Your justice my hope

(Chorus)
I know I'm safe with You--
I know I'm safe  with You--
I know I'm safe with You--
I give my all to You.

(Bridge)
Every prayer You answer me
Every day You meet my needs
Every time I am alone
You are there

I know I'm safe with You.

I know.

I'm safe.

With You.

Fanaticism

Need to find YELLOW PAPER!

I have this amazing teal pen... actually, the label says "Hot Aqua".... and it's my new favorite pen. It's similar to a Sharpie, only it's a BIC, and I've just discovered it looks amazing on yellow paper.

Remember the Wheatstone pen? How it has that rubber grip that says "BIC" and the cap with the clip? It's just like that, only the pen is silver, the rubber grip is aqua, the cap is aqua, and it doesn't say Wheatstone Academy on it :-(

Looks like this:

Except aqua! NOT the blue in the middle... that is normal, plain, everyday blue, NOT aqua.

Actually, that's how I found this pen; I thought it looked like my Wheatstone pen... which is out of ink... and I had a little cash to spend. That always makes me happy... so I bought it! And now I really like writing with it.

I love writing. Can I say it again? I love writing. Just writing random words, in crazy lettering, or in fancy script. Aren't words so amazing? The rhythm, the cadence, the sound... the look on paper... Anyway, writing with my new pen on yellow paper makes my precalc notes instant art--which makes studying very happy :-D

Only problem? My paper supply is running out! I've only just discovered how much I love writing with my "Hot Aqua" pen on yellow paper, and at this time tomorrow I won't be able to! I hate it when this happens...

But no! I have some decent rainbow-y paper that might work... Ooh, how will that look?

...

LORD, thank You for happinesses like fancy pens and precalculus!

Latin... and Labels...

Mea fratres et sorores

—sometimes I love Latin and sometimes I hate it—

anima - soul

avis - bird

benignitas - kindness

fabula - story

fortitudo - bravery
frater - brother

iustitia - justice/righteousness

lacrima - tear

luna - moon

lux - light

mens - mind

musica - music

natura - nature

nox - night

patria - homeland

pax - peace

porta - gate

sapientia - wisdom

silva - forest

spelunca - cave

soror - sister

stella - star

tempestas - storm

umbra - shadow

veritas - truth

via - way

vox - voice

virtus - strength

vita - life

So many beautiful words, beautiful thoughts... for instance, via veritatis means way of truth; vox vitae is voice of life; porta sapientiae—gate of wisdom.  I find it interesting that the English word virtue comes from the word meaning strength.

Words, words, words... We assign so much meaning to them; we try to force the essence of our souls into them... wrestle our puny thoughts into their hugenesses, or vice versa. I wonder which is trickier, big thoughts into little words or little thoughts into big words...

We name everything, label everything—nothing is that doesn't have a name. Even nonexistence has a name. (I wonder, does that mean in some indirect manner that nonexistence exists? HA for the purple unicorns...) People have names, and labels... We have long lists of names and types: some that we assign ourselves and some others assign to us.

My current self-inflicted labels include hypocrite, dreamer, wannabe, awkward, needy, distracted, etc.

(I think my favorite is etc.—which is Latin, I’ll have you remember...)

Why do we label? Does it come out of our nature, after God instructed Adam to name every living creature? Is it just part of how we think?

Does the word hypocrite sound so wrong because of the sounds, or because of the meaning? Does the sound intrinsically ring sour in our ears, or does the meaning alone make the word sound absolutely horrid? Or do both contribute to the word's hideous nature?

Truth—the sound is quiet, gentle, unmistakable.

Beauty—Latin, pulchritudo—

Goodness—

These words strike silence into my soul, reverberate throughout my being. They are small, short snippets of sound—barring the Latin, of course—they have no long, dramatic syllables—but they stick. And they matter much more than any of the others. They remind me of what I long to be:

WHOLE. Tota.

CLEAN. Munda.

PURE. Pura.

LORD GOD, would You transform my sarcastic, biting, pain-filled thoughts to truth, beauty, goodness—transform my mind, my body, my soul into that which is like Yours?

Gratias Tibi ago ob benignatem animorum - I thank you for the kindness of Your soul.

...

I wait for the day
work for the day
yearn for the day
for the coming of the light
and rejoice as it comes;


Standing tall
As the darkness falls.


I will not give in
By the grace of God:
I will remember.