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Heavenly Eyes

Minutes lost

In nothingness upon nothingness

We strive

We search

We succumb

We slumber

Men are tossed

Between all things meaningless

They wander

They wait

They wonder

They wash away

Immense cost

Precious the point of pricelessness

He appeared

He abode

He atoned

He ascended

In Him we boast

With peacefulness and readiness

We hear

We heed

We hunger

We hold on

Ours is a kingdom that cannot be shaken.

Our King is eternal, though His body was broken.

We sojourn till our longing souls are taken

To the fulfillment of promises long ago spoken.

We turn our eyes from the things we once treasured

To a pearl of great price, of value unmeasured.

Something from the bowels of my computer...

(OLD POEM)
"Your little speck of dust was all I could see,
When out of my own eye grew an old oak tree.
It was ancient and hollow; it’d been there forever,
Yet from that small dot, my mind wouldn’t sever.

I didn’t quite realize that I was half-blinded--
It was the consequence of being so single-minded.
I thought you so much lower to the ground,
Even with my own self-image unsound.

I needed more than a serrated blade,
It required a perfect, acceptable trade
To dig out the tree from its deepest root.
A man in an unremarkable suit.

The tree fell and killed him, or so I thought,
But the speck in your eye I completely forgot.
He held my small fingers, led me to a great land:
The sea shined like glass by the gold-colored sand"

(NEW PICTURE)

Confusion waits outside my window--
When I open it slightly to feel the breeze
It creeps in lightly, and no one sees
It hold on tightly, my thoughts to freeze.

Confusion settles in the doorway--
I get up gently to pass it by,
But it intently in the frame does lie
So to prevent me from escaping nigh.

Confusion sits at the bottom step--
I should endeavor to move around
If I could ever not make a sound...
Oh, would I never reach the ground?

Confusion grips with a clawed hand--
I saw the ever-dripping sand
Of my draining hourglass land--
Grain by grain, in reprimand.

Frustrations

I haven't posted anything on here in a long time, but I knew less people would read it here, and this is not something I want to share with 5 bajillion people on Facebook. This is just what overflowed from my heart as I sat at my computer tonight, having finished a school video at 11:10 p.m. I have become overwhelmed and stressed by my workload this year and frustrated because everyone else seems to have it together better than I do. (I know that no one really does, but just work with me here...) I know the solution. You, my dear friends who come to my xanga occassionally, usually with nothing to look at, have heard me talk of my distress. You know and I know that the answer is right in front of our noses, but somehow I still end up... here... not lost, but not willing to go forward or back.

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I sat and scratched my head in wonder,
Asking in what way I blundered,
In what way I managed to fail,
When all around me did prevail;
Considering why, when said and done,
I couldn’t keep up with anyone.

They claimed to struggle to keep up too
(A statement that made my anger brew).
Accomplishments shown proved that to be wrong,
My time seemed to atrophy while theirs grew long.
But it wasn’t for want of attempting or work
My duties I did; nothing did I shirk…

I know the reason for this absence of hope:
In myself I’ve been trusting, and trying to grope
For things that don’t matter in the broad scope.

I know what I should do to alter my state,
But my heart and my mind don’t always correlate.
Sometimes I rebel and sometimes I run
To avoid my shame before the Son.
I disobey knowingly, like a child of few years,
Then run away faster to conceal all my tears.

“Who will deliver me from this body of death?”
He who has formed me with the dust and His breath.