First Coming – A Christmas Poem

First Coming

By Madeleine L’Engle

He did not wait till the world was ready,
till men and nations were at peace
He came when the Heavens were unsteady
and prisoners cried out for release.

He did not wait for the perfect time.
He came when the need was deep and great.
He dined with sinners in all their grime,
turned water into wine. He did not wait

till hearts were pure. In joy he came
to a tarnished world of sin and doubt.
To a world like ours, of anguished shame
He came, and his Light would not go out. 

He came to a world which did not mesh,
to heal its tangles, shield its scorn.
In the mystery of the Word made Flesh
the Maker of the stars was born.

We cannot wait till the world is sane
to raise our songs with joyful voice,
for to share our grief, to touch our pain,
He came with Love: Rejoice! Rejoice!

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On Time

I grow older.

The year changes old to new.

Months fly by in seconds, minutes, hours and days.

Time marches forward, leaving memories of moments in the past.

Sometimes I wish I had more.

Or sometimes that it would end.

Most times it creeps by unnoticed,

Until one day, without warning, time is spent.

Love’s Philosophy

I thought about skipping today, after all, I got forgot to schedule a post for this morning, then I came home late and then I was busy doing other things and now it’s 11:38pm and I thought to myself, “self, why are you doing this?” but, I’ve given myself this challenge so it must be seen through!

So, here, without further ado, another thing I love. One of my most recent poem finds…

Love’s Philosophy by Percy Shelley

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another’s being mingle–
Why not I with thine?

See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower could be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;–
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

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On repeat: When Love Came Down by Point of Grace

 

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Other Random Things When I Should Be Writing

For the past month I’ve been in a strange mood. I have been feeling pensive. Perhaps it’s because winter has come and I’m missing the sun, perhaps it’s other things that I can’t quite articulate. Whatever it is it’s been taking me to the dark places. But darkness shows the stars* and stargazing is one of my favourite things.

Anyway, here is a poem to make you sad and a picture of trees to make you happy.


Caged

I am caged in by expectations,
Shackled by hopes and dreams.
My present and my future are planned;
My ending written.

I am artificial intelligence.
I speak the words encoded in my DNA.
I am the you you saw yourself to be –
A poor imitation of your aspirations.

We are entwined.
I am you.
I am nobody.


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* The book For Darkness Shows the Stars by Diana Peterfreund is a really great Persuasion (Jane Austen) retelling.

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A Sonnet from the Weekend

I told myself that I’m going to revise this sonnet before I post it, but who am I kidding, I am me, and being me I know that I’ll tuck it away and won’t look at it until a year or so later, at which point I’ll wonder why I even wrote it in the first place! 

But, this came out of a weekend away, where we did inductive bible study on some passages in Mark and where something struck me harder and a bowling ball on the head; my way is not necessarily God’s way and if I really believe that he’s all that, perhaps I should let him… well, have his way. 

So, here is first draft of a little poem I like to call…

Love – Not Always What I Expect

I want you to fulfill my heart’s desires
To listen to my wants and make them real
But instead I find frustration spirals
And tosses me as upon angry steel.

Now I must decide, should I keep telling?
Or should I pause, wait, see what you will do?
Suppose instead of telling I’m waiting?
Instead of demands, listening to you?

What if I let you do what you do best
And let you guide my paths and lead the way.
What if I let you handle all the rest
Would I find peace rather than disarray?

If I believe that you indeed know best
Then why not be amazed, truly impressed?

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Poetic Endeavors

I’m on vacation!!! So, while I’m away, I’m going to be posting some things that I wrote in the past.
Below are some poems
That were written a while back.
This is a haiku.


Swirl

Swirling madness
Thoughts race by
Slow down, quiet
Rest my child.


Make Me

“Give me”, he said
“Give me what’s mine
Give me what will
Belong to me in time.

“Give me the riches
That I might go out
Spend it in revelry
Without any doubt.”

Out into the world
The boy did go
And spending unthinking
His money ran low.

Looking for work
The lad couldn’t find
So down on his luck
He worked with the swine.

Hungry, alone
Friends no longer there
He suffered the deepest
Regret and despair .

A thought, minute
The lad did arise
And back to the father
He determined to stride.

“I left saying give me
I thought of myself
Now father please make me
I’ve need for your help.”

The father, forgiving
Looked not in the past
But the genuine heart
Of the son safe at last.

Bring out the best clothes
Food, music, dance
Tonight we’ll be merry
For a son safe at last.

Inspired from ::: Luke 15 : 11 – 24 


Ode to Core Dump

Give me your segmentation errors,
Give me your core dumps.
Give me lumpy porridge
And black and blue thumbs ….

Throw me in some pseudocode
Throw me in some C
Throw me in the ocean
and say goodbye to me …

No I’m not going looney
Never happened yet
But just give it a little time
Comp sci will see my death!