Tuesday, January 06, 2009

"I See the Sky and Wait"

This was born out a day of watching the sky and saying "I must write something!" This is also an old one (around a year ago). I actually showed it to Karyn once (around the time I met her) and then never touched it again. It was written in one sitting and has not been edited since. It took me about a half an hour of just looking at the sky. Surprisingly every line that I wrote was 10 syllables exactly except for the 3rd...well, that's not entirely true: though I did not edit the lines I did take out about 8 lines between the 3rd and 4th...that also explains why it seems so abrupt. I have given up on feet for now. I later found a poem from Diary of an Old Soul that sort of captured what I wanted to say better than I could:

“My halting words will some day turn to song—
Some far-off day, in holy other times!
The melody now prisoned in my rimes
Will one day break aloft, and from the throng
Of wrestling thoughts and words spring up the air;
As from the flower its color’s sweet despair
Issues in odor, and the sky’s low levels climb”
—George MacDonald, October 30th

10 Pastels that are pale at my pen are pearls—
10 So smooth a sea before me lays—precious
To me.
10 The horizon swallows the pearly sea
10 In Tragedy’s veil and Love’s canopy.
10 Skies seething form another scene—a scape,
10 My heart a bursting, barred with locks that none
10 So strong an emotion, howe’re it be,
10 Bold for beauty, cannot seem to escape
10 with caper Words, on ladder Melody,
10 And so held in I fear that I am done—
10 Who can hold in his heart passion’s fury
10 As sinks the golden, somber, setting sun?
10 See the sky in dying embers lighten
10 While yet growing dim in the waking west,
10 The day’s work is done, now to the East then
10 I turn to await the rising Sun. Best
10 Is the life I’ve chosen, come Lord Jesus
10 Come, and set free then the beauty in us.
10 The pastels are pale at my pen—wake pearls!
10 Skies are aging fast into stern aged grays,
10 So soon succeeded by death’s blacked depth
10 The Days wait earnest in their living grace
10 To be redeemed. And God shall set them free.

2 Comments:

Blogger Karyn said...

I remember this!

12:04 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I almost wrote something horribly mundane, but I won't. We've already been over how benign that is.

Oh I've missed you! You didn't get any of my emails, did you? I've run off to trade school - I don't go to Biola anymore, which is why we don't have our haphazard meetings.

Can we have coffee Wednesday? When are you free?

7:30 PM  

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