August 26, 2010

Not as epic as I feel...

Whenever I think about trying to write, my mind goes blank. So much has happened in the last few weeks alone, I can't really understand why the words don't pour out of me endlessly. 

I am so happy. 

Those are the words I want to say, but I want to use better, bigger, more beautiful words to say them.

Relativity is fascinating. Speed is relative. What usually can take months or years has been crammed into days and weeks, and so it seems too fast. The months spent waiting feel like decades.

Happiness might also be relative. All joys are not equal. I take joy in doing a thing well, but I take more joy in seeing my brothers excel. I love to be recognized for a good deed, but I love even more to bless others secretly. I am happy when I am in class, but not as happy as I am in Davey's arms.

Something I know: you can't seek God with your head up your ass. Believe me, He isn't there.

Something I'm learning: there are no small things.

Something I wonder: what does God have in store?

Asking God to show you His will in your life is easy. Following the path He sets before you is difficult. Failing, while on that path, is impossible.

August 9, 2010

Bad Memories

I've forgotten thy name, though I used to call it
forgotten thy face, though I used to think it fair
forgotten thy voice, though it charmed my ear
forgotten that place, though we tarried there
forgotten that time, that felt like forever
forgotten the reasons I thought to cherish thee
forgotten thy faults and thy virtues alike
forgotten, an' thou never remembered me

August 7, 2010

Civil War of the Heart

blue and green, blue and green, come and seen: conquered easily.

no fear, nothing here, future dear: going peacefully.

tragic past, lonely past, forgotten fast: new history.

they'll write books about it
the armies met on the field
peace in green, passion in blue

they'll write novels for ages
the details lost, the story changes
the outcome always the same

they'll tell their children the tale
the epic of no contest
the battle without fighting

there was only Victory, no loser, no Death
Omnia Vincit Amor
Reason and Logic make poor generals
Omnia Vincit Amor
the Maker is Strategist and Spy
Omnia Vincit Amor

Love never fails.

August 1, 2010

Leslie loves Davey

Looking around, I see
Everybody else has
Somebody special to
Love and cherish and
I try not to let
Envy get the best of me

Last but not least
Or middling but the
Very best God has
Ever given to a
Sinner like me.

Doubts have cleared
And I'm very
Very sure I have
Everything I wanted in