Nightwatch

This is a poem I've been wanting to write for months. The first two lines came to me one day last winter, but then I could not think of any more! I was finally able to finish it last week, however, and here it is.

Nightwatch

I have written of such beauty in the dark watches of the night,
When all the world lay silent, and shrouded with the dreams
Of the sad and lonely heart, torn asunder by its fears,
Dreams of battles fierce, as of yet unseen.
Dreams of a troubled heart, wet with tears and torn with strife,
Darkness leads to nameless terror, which misery alone will bring.

But some dreams were illumined with the light of the stars,
They shone in the darkness, they brought forth the joy
Of the heart full of peace, that seeks God even in dreams,
Dreams of purest beauty, with the strength they bring.
Dreams of truth and goodness, of hearts beating for a life -
Darkness leads to nameless wonder, which Truth alone will bring.

And I sat in silence wondering, my pen held in my hand,
Wondering how to tell it, this dark song of life.
Of the pain and the beauty, seen only when all is still,
Of the wonder grand, its perfect melody.
A song of peace and courage, a song of fear and strife -
This, all this I saw as I watched in the darkest night.

The words came to my heart and told of the watches of the night,
And I knew my gift was true, I knew my pen was strong.
I told of the beauty, of the glory of our life,
Told of the wondrous pain, the suffering of a wrong.
And the dreams came unto me, and they filled me with their joy,
And I wrote of their beauty in the dark watches of the night.

Quo Vadis

A lament for all our friends...I'm sure we all have some...who have left the Truth to pursue the World.


Where are you going? she said to him softly.
Where are you going? I cannot find you.

I'm seeing the world - I'm tasting its pleasures.
And I'm going alone - you're not coming too.



Quo vadis, quo vadis,
Our world seems to cry;
Where have you gone, our brave young souls?

We're off to see the world - we'll be back, maybe never
We're going off, and you're staying here.



But don't you remember,
Remember the summer,
The sunlight, the laughter, the sky, and the trees.
Remember our voices,
Our hearts knit together.
Come back, oh come back.
Oh, please remember me.



Quo vadis, quo vadis,
Our world seems to cry;
Where have you gone, our brave young souls?

We're off to see the world - we'll be back, maybe never
We're going off, and you're staying here.



Brave selfish young souls!
There are no laurels on your brows.
What are you doing, seeing the world?
The world is good...but home is better.
You have deep roots here, though you may not know.



Ah, so you miss us? You miss your people?
You miss your life before the world came?
You can come back, but you'll always be different.
But our love is unchanging, as thick as our blood.



Quo vadis, quo vadis,
Our world seems to cry;
Where have you gone, our brave young souls?

We're off to see the world - we'll be back, maybe never
We're going off, and you're staying here.

Defendebo (I Will Defend)

Love...and it could apply to many different sorts of love. I think we all have that desire to defend and protect those we love, and to receive the same in return.

Where the sea meets the sky
Where the stars collide
There I will find you
There will I search

The old order passes
The world around us changes
But my love remains
In the falling rain

I will not leave you
In the darkest night
I won't leave you alone
Where the sun dare not go

You're in my arms
Though the whole world is changing
I am protecting you
And holding you closer

The Vase

A song I wrote recently, trying to express the longing to know what your true calling is. I've also tried to write music for it...I'll have to keep working on that.

Broken pieces,
Pieces of a vase.
A vase from your grandmother
Long ago.
The pieces are lying
So lovely and still.
Waiting and wondering,
Crushed and beautiful.

The bits of a soul,
All the ragged edges,
Are waiting and wondering,
Waiting for their cue.
For the night to end,
The dawn to break.
Breaking is painful,
But then it's beautiful.

Singing where
Where do I go now.
Something hold me together,
Bring the pieces back together.
Hold me tight
Don't let me go.

A prison can be beautiful,
Dedication.
A story is told
On the cold bleak walls.
A thousand voices,
A thousand more echoes.
They sing
And why can't I.

Singing where
Where do I go now.
Something hold me together,
Bring the pieces back together.
Hold me tight
Don't let me go.

And the broken pieces,
The memories are there,
The sweetest foundation,
Sweet roots of a tree.
The vase has been mended.
The pieces are singing.
They are echoing.

Echoing.

Journey

This is a poem I wrote about 3 years ago.

Life is a journey,
Life is a quest.
Life is striving for
Whatever is best.

Life is a journey,
A journey through night.
A journey to find
That which is bright.

A journey that wearies us,
Wearies the mind,
Wearies the soul
In its relentless grind.

But there are candles
Along the way.
Places that remind us
There is a day.

The day is our dream.
The day is our quest.
The day is where we journey to,
Seeking the best.

The journey is hard.
The journey is long.
But sometimes we hear
Strains of a song.

We think it’s straight from heaven,
And then we realize
It’s right beside us,
Or before our eyes.

From Heaven it comes,
But on earth it dwells.
Within each heart,
A bit of it swells.

The desire to journey,
The desire for a quest.
The desire to strive for
Whatever is best.