Poem – Behold!

Ah, it’s a weekend again. What bliss… Weekends are like gold to me, now that school has started back up. 😀 (Except when I don’t finish all my work and then have to work on weekends. But I’m working on that. :D) What have you all been up to this week? My week has been chock full of school work (no surprise, that. :P) and not much else. Such is the life of a high school junior…

Today’s writing piece is another poem that I wrote just the other day. I’ve been reading through the Old Testament recently and really loving it! After reading Amos, I was struck with inspiration and this poem was born. The Old Testament really is filled with such beautiful and poetic writing, it’s not hard to be inspired! I’d really recommend going and reading some of it, if you haven’t recently. Yes, it’s a bit dense in parts, but oh the promises that God makes to his people are so wonderfully encouraging! I love it… So without further ado, onto the poem!

Behold!

He who treads

on the heights of the earth,

also walked among man

through the depths of the valleys.

He who stretches out the heavens

like a garment,

also stretched out his arms

on a cross.

He who touches the earth

melting it,

also touches my heart

turning it into flesh.

He who turns deep darkness

Into morning,

also turns deep mourning

Into joy.

He who causes nations

to rise and fall according to his plan,

also causes me to rise

and soar on eagles’ wings.

He who breathed

the earth into existence,

also breathes life

Into my weary soul.

 

Who is he?

Behold,

the LORD God Almighty

is his name.

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Poem – Faithful Stars

Well hello! Can you believe it’s already Saturday again? It seems that each weekend seems to come faster and faster as time goes on. Or maybe just time is going faster and faster as I get older? 😀 I don’t know, but time sure seems to be spinning by at a crazy speed for me… This week has been very busy for me, as I’ve been redecorating my bedroom. We’ve repainted the whole room, plus painted some furniture, and gone on several shopping trips, and we still have to put up pictures and nail shelves into the walls. Needless to say, it’s been slightly crazy around here this week!

So due to the lack of time to prepare anything else for this week’s blog post, I’m falling back onto another poem. I’m hoping to start writing and posting more of a variety of things on here, but I need to get the time to write them first! Hopefully I’ll manage to somehow capture that time soon.. 😀 Anyways, here’s the poem – let me know what you think of it!

stars

 

When God created the heavens,

he stretched the vast expanse of night sky

over the dome of earth

and poked holes

in the dark

black vastness.

Then he sprinkled

liberal handfuls

of glistening stars

all over the canopy of black

light and dark

mixed together

like salt and pepper,

like diamonds against black velvet.

And they nestled

and settled

and shone out of the darkness

through the holes

over the dark

and silent world.

Now,

thousands of years later,

the same stars

still shine

like fiery diamonds

or gleaming raindrops.

Ever present

like our ever present God

reflecting his design,

his power,

his beauty.

As I gaze up

At the great

black

bowl of sky,

with the myriads of stars

clustered and sprinkled

everywhere

I’m reminded of:

How small I am.

How great God is.

And how faithful

he is

in his love

for us.

For as the stars continue on

night after night,

year after year,

century after century,

never changing

in their constancy,

intensity

and beauty

So God’s faithfulness will continue on

night after night,

year after year

century after century

never changing

in its constancy

intensity

and beauty.

For,

his love endures forever,

his faithfulness throughout all generations.

 

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Poem – What if?

Have you ever had something just write itself, and then you look back later and aren’t exactly sure how that came out of your brain? I’ve had a couple poems like that, and I’m going to be sharing one of them today. Re-reading it, I can’t remember under what circumstances I wrote it, and I’m not even sure if I fully agree with the message of it. But, it came out of my head, so I must have had some ideas about the subject before I wrote it! 😀 So let me know what you think – do you agree/disagree with it? Why?

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WHAT IF?

‘What if?’

Is the great questioning shadow

Over humanity.

 

‘What if?’

Is the eternal question

That will never be answered.

 

‘What if?’

Tells the story

Of question marks.

 

‘What if

I had tried?’

‘What if

I had risked it?’

‘What if

I had taken the leap of faith?’

 

The nagging question

The haunting question

The question that lingers

In the dim corners of

Humanity’s brain

The question of

‘What if?’

 

The reminiscent question

The haunting question

That weakens the foundation

Of all our decisions

The question of

‘What if’?

 

Humanity seems unable

To always fully look forward

They always look behind

And the

‘What ifs’

Trail like shadows

In their wake

 

Doubts

Fears

Tremulous questions in the dimness of the night

Uncertainties

Suspicions

Nagging whispers piercing bubbles of happiness

 

‘What if?’

 

I wish I could remind people

In the moment of decision

That it is better

To say ‘oops’

Than ‘what if?’

It is better

To live with a lifetime of experience

Than a with lifetime of regret

A lifetime of asking ‘what if’?

 

Because

When you try

At least you know what happens

When you don’t try

You will never know

 

And you are left with

‘What if’

Ringing in your ears.

 

*Note: This is my 20th post on ‘The Way of Delight’, and this blog has been around for nearly 4 months now! Thank you all for sticking with me on this journey!

 

 

Poem – A Smile and a Word

Have I ever mentioned how much I love Pinterest? It has a wealth of helpful and amazing content on it, especially writerly related things. I have a whole board for writing, and I’ve collected a large amount of writing prompts on it. I love taking a prompt and then writing a poem based off of it, and so this week’s featured poem is one of those poems! Here is the prompt I chose:

smile made for war

And after some tweaking and writing, here is what I came up with:

 

He had a smile made for war

And the words that started it

Cocky and confident

Ready to face whatever

Life sent

Danger

Death

He was ready

 

Inflammatory

His words landed like hot sparks

On gunpowder

Igniting and lighting

Yet another dispute

 

What was going on inside his mind?

No one knew

He was like a safe

Locked tightly behind that smile

That smile that shifted

like shadows

Secretive

Taunting

Guarded

 

One thing was for sure

The words

Dammed up behind that

Impenetrable smile

Were ready

To start a war

 

And when the dam broke

A fire was ignited

As words poured out

Like lighted fire brands

Tearing down defences

Like soldiers swarming

Over the enemy castle’s walls

 

Impassioned speech after speech

He built arguments

And they raged higher and higher

Like wildfire

Unquenched and unstoppable

The words towered higher and higher

Unable to be scaled

Like a funeral pyre

They burned every last bridge

There was no going back

 

The fire smouldered and smoked

And rushed and roared

His words kept coming

Like a blazing torrent

More and more and more

 

His smile flashed

Dangerous

Smashing all defences

Relentless

Until at last

The war began

 

 

 

Poem – The Books are Being Burned

Well hello there! I have returned from the rainy but beautiful country of Ireland. I had an absolutely amazing two weeks there, and I’m so grateful to God for all the work he did in my heart and in the other people serving with me. He truly is a great God full of compassion and love for the lost and broken people that do not know him!

This week I’m doing another poem. I wrote this after reading Fahrenheit 451. I was really impacted by the beauty of the writing, as well as the seriousness of the message it contained. I don’t need to go in depth about it here, because I have here. I will just say that the theme of the books being regarded as evil and irrelavant things that need to be eliminated impacted me pretty heavily. Especially since I see that trend towards dismissing books becoming bigger in our culture today. So I wrote this poem based off of the theme of book-burning in Fahrenheit 451.

 

book burning

 

Words go up in smoke.

Pages wither like dying butterflies.

The wisdom of the ages consumed in flames.

And no one cares.

Why?

Because books have become objects of ridicule.

Having knowledge is considered better

than having wisdom.

The vessels of wisdom are considered worthless drivel.

Rubbish.

To be burned.

What changed?

Why are books now disdained, feared, and hated?

Why is their wisdom and beauty considered trash?

Because people decided that movement was better

than stillness.

Blaring noise was better

than silence.

Head knowledge was better than

heart wisdom.

The hunger for learning

was replaced by the hunger for instant pleasure.

Books were no longer in the picture.

Thus, books have been slowly pushed down

to become nothing more than

dangerous containers

of ideas and words and silly fancies and feelings.

Stuff to be ignored,

shut down

and destroyed.

Books are to be burned.

Because that’s all they’re worth.

No one cares

Because their minds have become numb

With constant movement,

and noise,

and knowledge being pounded into their brains.

And above all,

the striving for instant pleasure.

No one recognizes the infinitely precious treasure

that books are.

The beauty and wonder and wisdom

that can be found in their pages.

The numbed-brain people can’t appreciate it.

No one needs books any more.

No one wants books any more.

No one cares about books any more.

So the books burn.

 Pages crumple into black smoke.

Books melt into ashes.

Words dissolve into nothing.

The wisdom of the ages goes up in smoke.

The books are being burned,

and nobody cares.