One Song Meow: August 2010

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Moments

Love has its moments...

timelessness drawing hearts near.

Remembered always.

Yesterday, today,

tomorrow and for always,

they all seem so near.

Past becomes present

I can see through tomorrow...

forever seem here.

When I am with you

everything seem very clear...

I love you, my dear.

Moments are

places, ours.

---<--@

Treasure

There is a Treasure

buried in the depths - once found

the Treasure finds you!

There is a seeking,

for that something that is lost!

Be still. You are sought.

Jesus finds.

We are found.

---<--@

Anger

Anger is evil.
But only if it remains!
Emotions don't think.

Anger is a brute -

a passion that must be tamed -

else it shall run wild.

When angry

rein it in.

---<--@

Monday, August 23, 2010

Addict

I am an addict.

And my addiction is you!

I love you so much...

To love the right things,

I have learned, unseats the pain...

the pain of unlove.

Addiction

ain't so bad.

---<--@

Starlight Smile

In that moment, I knew -

in the sweetness of your smile...

I saw forever.

There once was a time

life to me was drudgery,

that time is now passed.

Thank God for

friendships dear.

---<--@

Nearness

Time is not distance

but a coming together:

Time is a nearness.

Unfamiliar heart!

To thee all things are distant;

time a tyranny.

Love gathers,

so to love!

---<--@

Monday, August 16, 2010

Refugee, Mine

Whose eyes are these, LORD?
That I may never forget
our great need for Thee.

Whose hopes are these, LORD?

Are they not mine own as well?

O God, please help us.

Love the least -

Love the LORD.

---<--@

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Reflection

Stillness that's tranquil
from within itself blossoms,
thy own heart to fill.

In the stillness - I -

saw through the silence - and -

I gave up knowing.

Stillness spake,

I listened.

---<--@

Nation Like Trees

A tree that is good
bears its fruit not for itself
and therefore, prospers.

A nation is like -

a tree! One lineage of hope.

Bearing fruit for all.

One people,

one spirit.

---<--@

Sakura

The color pink signifies tenderness and fragility.

Beauty is fleeting

T'is like a stranger calling:
Do you remember?

Beauty in glimpses,

flowering for a moment:

Do you remember?

When it comes...

embrace it.

---<--@

Cherry blossoms signify the fleeting nature of beautiful things

and so it also signifies strength of remembrance.

Friendships undergo a lot of comings and goings - in this life -

and so if we are not mindful of it,

how worthy are we of its reward?

Anne's Window

My darlingest
Annelies Marie
looked out
with eyes longing for peace
from her little attic window
and saw the tyranny of war
and the suffocating
oppression
of War's ambition.

She looked out
at the looming evil
of the devouring darkness
that was marching relentlessly
across her troubled world
and like stars
looking out
of themselves
saw through
the enveloping darkness
that threatened her life
and her times
shedding her precious starlight
into our hearts.

My darlingest
believed so much
in our shared humanity
and in the
nobility
of the human being
not because
the Nazi's were consumed
by War's ambition
and her times were evil
but because her heart
was noble.

For my darlingest
Annelies Marie
loved life
and believed
in the intrinsic goodness
of all things
created by God,
seen and unseen,
and that despite
the great evil
of her times,
human hearts
were good.

War looked back at her
and saw nothing.

For God took her
and hid her
into His bosom
unto a place
upon the firmament
within Himself
long before evil saw
the secret starlight
of her undying hope
bursting from
windows within
her heart of hearts.

War looked back at her
and saw nothing
for there is no hope
in war
only death
and the darkness
of death.

War looked back at her
and saw nothing
for in the darkness
of war and sin
is also found
the crushing gravity
of it's own demise.

But goodness looked back at her
and saw
through her little attic window
her starlight smile.

And smiled back...
---<--@

Tree of Remembrance

Where does time go when the moment's passed?

Where do my thoughts disappear to when the memory yet remain?

We do not see each other by sight but why does our lives touch like this, my darlingest?

Why do our lives touch like this?

It is because of an imagined reality?

Then why is this imagination not as fleeting as those things I've quickly outgrown, those things that have escaped my bliss... to sink into the sinking of time at the end of every moment's dispersal, into oblivion, into void?

Why does the memory remain in the stillness when, in the haste and the noise of everyday, thoughts flitter here and there, as if searching for a way out of myself - into God, and into the All of you?

How does my love always find its way back to the still, small presence of you, my Anneka of my heart?

Is it my body longing for something it can never have?

Or is it our souls that overlap, my love, caught up within the eternal remembrance of the Almighty?

Was there ever any real distance between our years?

No, my beloved. Not when time is an account of the heart. For time seems distant only to those with distant hearts.

Was there ever any difference between our hopes?

Our lives interweave in the secret silence between you and I through a gossamer veil of shadow and tears, the illusion of exile time.

No, there was never any difference.

There never was.

For the tree that now grows, here at the center of my life's Eden, of the everliving waters within, is nevermore the cause of the exile of our love's dreaming.

And soon I shall awaken, our LORD being merciful and kind to me, my love, into God, and into the All of you; the verdant rest of my most abundant peace.

Thanks be to my Jesus, my most sweet and most loving Jesus, thanks be to my Christ, my All.

For it is in God that I remember you, my Miyang, always to always!

The love that endures is the love that remains...
---<--@

My Prayer for My Anne:

O FATHER of mercy and of love, in the deepest, darkest depths of despair, You have blessed me with a special friendship: The very first star in the firmament of the darkest night of my life.

You gave me Annelies Marie Frank, O LORD, as a light against despair. The first glimmer of hope that leads to faith in things everlasting and unseen.

Loving Father, thank you so much for blessing me with a friend as precious as Anne. Grant me, O LORD, I humbly pray, the love to cherish her now and forever.

AMEN.

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