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Name: Enora Gwendolyn
Birthday: 1/17/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: My pure and holy passion, Jesus Christ!...and poetry
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| This'll be my last post for a while. I'm not gonna explain my actions any further than the fact that no one came here but two people, which was quickly dwindling to one. If you wanna read my stuff, I'll post it occasionally on my origional xanga. So, goodbye I suppose, and thank you to those who have read and will read again. Love you all.
Goodbye,
I’ll see you soon,
For I find myself
In the gleam of the moon.
For the sun has set,
And the flowers wept,
And I’m ready for peace,
Out of keeping with these,
And goodbye,
Goodbye to you.
(see you soon).
--Heather | | |
| So, I think the last poem was attempting to say that we need to find all the answers within ourselves. But I don't believe in that, and since I try to learn something from everything, I decided to look at it from a different prespective. Every time the man spoke, his answer came back in an Echo. I took this to mean that we always, ALWAYS ask questions. It's not a bad thing to ask questions, but sometimes the answer is staring you in the face. Look for it, listen.
Alrighty then, the following was writen by yours truly. It's really sad, but sadness is often truth, and therefore overlooked. I'm not afraid of it. Check it out.
The frosty chill......
Landed on my face
This morning. It was
*all your fault* the
frosty chill was your
fault because of the
fire in your eyes. The
evil desire to laugh at
my face ~ because you
know who I’m not ~
because you reached
in my desk and found
all your lies ~ because
in your eyes it’s all just
a game to stay ahead. ~
Don’t associate with
Me ‘cause I’m “different”
You see. ~ I’m so different,
Hey we’re all the same. ~
I have feelings like you,
But your hate, tis so true,
That in your eyes, now
We’re all the same, us
Different people. ~ In your
Eyes, now we’re all the
Same. ~ The frosty
Chill landed on my
Face this morning. It
Was *all your fault*
The frosty chill was
Your fault because of
The fire in your eyes.
The evil desire to laugh
At my face...........
...........................
.............and I cry.
~Heather~
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| The last poem was basically saying that only God can judge men. We condemn men because they struggle with sin, and praise others because they can conceal their sin (since I hope you already know that everyone sins). But men judge men on what they can see, when you can't know their heart. Yes, you can see their action, and that should normally mirror their heart. But before you condemn the person, get to know them. Only God can judge, don't try to take His place.
I like this next poem. It took me a couple of times to understand it. "Heaven."
O who will show me those delights on high?
Echo. I.
Thou Echo, thou art mortal, all men know.
Echo. No.
Wert thou not born among the trees and leaves?
Echo. Leaves.
And are there any leaves, that still abide?
Echo. Bide.
What leaves are they? impart the matter wholly.
Echo. Holy.
Are hold leaves the Echo then of bliss?
Echo. Yes.
Then tell me, what is that supreme delight?
Echo. Light.
Light to the mind: what shall the will enjoy?
Echo. Joy.
But there are cares and business with the pleasure?
Echo. Leisure.
Light, Joy, and leisure: but shall they persever?
Echo. Ever.
--George Herbert | | |
| God reaches out to us, but most people see him just saying, "Do this; do that." I mean, yes he does tell us to do things, but he always tells us because he loves us. He's not a God of demands. He's not a God that says, "Love me because if you don't you're going to hell." Though it is true that apart from God enternal life can not be attained, it's even more true that God says, "Love me because I love you and want to be with you." He's not a God of cruel commands. He's a God of love. God is love. I think we forget that sometimes.
I found this poem on the internet when I was about to give up. I love it. It pretty much personifies everything I've been feeling about sin and God's view on sin. It's called "Men Whom Men Condemn as Ill."
"In men whom men condemn as ill
I find so much of goodness still,
In men whom men pronounce divine
I find so much of sin and blot,
I do not dare to draw a line
Between the two, where God has not."
--Joaquin Miller
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| Humans are inconsistent. That's all there is to it, and when a human says forever can it be true? I highly doubt it. Only in rare cases. I've had people say forever to me, and now it's gotten to the point where I don't believe them any more. It's a hard promise to keep. So, never say forever.
Is it wrong to write a poem from the perspective of God? I tried to write it from another perspective, however it did not work. Therefore, I quote Shakespeare. "If this be error and upon me prooved, I never writ."
I told you to come.
you left.
I told you to go.
you stayed.
I told you to talk.
silence.
I told you to befriend.
you shunned.
Enough is enough.
You left me no choice.
Here is my Son.
Now listen to my voice.
Listening?
good.
I love you.
~Heather~ | | |
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