Mountain of Stones

 Tiia Monto [CC BY-SA 3.0 (], from Wikimedia Commons
Tiia Monto [CC BY-SA 3.0 (, from Wikimedia Commons

The sorrow of my heart cries out to the deep

In the darkness, in the shadows, I weep

Hopeless and torn

Broken and worn

I feel my world crumbling around me


Tired is my mind, tired is my soul

Spiraling down into a black hole

Weariness seeps into my bones

Carried around like a mountain of stones


They weigh on my being

All joy fleeing

Emptiness encroaching

Hopelessness approaching


But in all the despair and despondence

There’s a light that breaks the night

Through the clouds of daily worry

There’s a wind blowing new air

Blasting away the thunderhead

Breaking away the smothering smog


The radiance of the sun lights up the valley

It chases away the shadows of anguish

It brings new life to the weariness of my soul

It soothes away the woes of my mind


The sun, my light

The wind, my kite

Blessing my heart

Making me soar


The Son, you are my light

The Lord, you are my wind

Speaking through love of those around

Toppling down the mountain of stones

And lifting up my weary bones


To be filled and merry

Hopeful and airy

Kind Words (Sisterhood)

A tear rolled down the mounds crested in sadness

Brows creased with disappointment

Shoulders hunched in self-chastisement

Hidden in view in the midst of the forest, inwardly crying

Hidden to be found in the midst of a field, inside dying

There in full view, yet invisible, hoping

To be seen, visible, worth noting

Could have fled, slipped away quickly

There, there, there, sat silently

A warm heart struck with kindness

A word of encouragement to be harnessed

A wisdom shared from words holy

A prayer sent to above, holy

Laughter, friendship, faith, and sisterhood

With kind words was new hope instilled

With gratefulness was the receiver filled

A Cry For Help

Hear, Lord, and be merciful to me;

Lord, be my help.

Woe to me that I dwell in Meshek,

that I live among the tents of Kedar!

Is it not you, God,

you have now rejected us

and no longer go out with our armies?

But as for me,

I am poor and needy;

come quickly to me,

O God.

You are my help and deliverer;


do not delay. 


Our days come to seventy years or eighty,

if our strength endures:

yet the best of them are trouble and sorrow,

for they quickly pass,

and we fly away.


I wait for the Lord,

my whole being waits,

and in his word I put my hope.

For the Lord is good

and his love endures forever;

his faithfulness continues through all generations.

I do not hide your righteousness in my heart;

I speak of your faithfulness and your saving help.

I do not conceal your love and faithfulness

from the great assembly.

May we shout for joy over your victory

and lift our banners in the name of our God

praise him with the clash of cymbals,

praise him with resounding cymbals.

She (The Prudent Wife)

She took hold of him and kissed him

and with a brazen face she said:

“At the end of your life you will groan,

when your flesh and body are spent.

Do not let your heart envy sinners,

but always be zealous for the fear of the LORD.

There is surely a future hope for you,

and your hope will not be cut off.

The poor and the oppressor have this in common:

The LORD gives sight to the eyes of both.

for their feet rush into evil,

they are swift to shed blood.”


A kind-hearted woman gains honour,

but ruthless men gain only wealth.

Her ways are pleasant ways,

and all her paths are peace.

Houses and wealth are inherited from parents,

but a prudent wife is from the LORD.

She gets up while it is still night;

she provides food for her family

and portions for her female servants.

She considers a field and buys it;

out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.

Better a small serving of vegetables with love

than a fattened calf with hatred.


She took hold of him and kissed him

and with a brazen face she said:

“Instruct the wise and they will be wiser still;

teach the righteous and they will add to their learning.

Whoever scorns instruction will pay for it

but whoever respects a command is rewarded.

Starting a quarrel is like breaching a dam;

so drop the matter before a dispute breaks out.”

My Darling

First published in April 24th, 2014.

In the end you will come
On my grave your sorrows hum
I will hear your silent prayers
From under all these earthly layers

Do not kill your hope, my darling
The world can be extremely charming
I will show you all its wonders
It’s not only mighty thunders

Look at all these children playing
In the slums, not a tear they showing
The sun is shining in this place
Their beings filled with sun’s grace

Look at all these people dying
Around them all these people crying
Yet serenity lies in their eyes
As they say their goodbyes

Look at all these beggars begging
Little to nothing they getting
Do you see the kindness there
Tired they are, can you see a tear?

Look around this place, my darling
Isn’t it alone quite charming
Much death and sorrow seen
And how has it always been

Can’t you see the trees
The flowers, the shining leaves?
All bad can turn to good
I hope now this understood
For even all the darkness in a graveyard
Is a beginning, though it is hard

In the end you will go
And to you the world will show
All my love will follow you
May it always in your heart lay true

And after many years go by
You will lie here by my side
There’ll be others to mourn our passing
They will learn love’s all encompassing

Live in peace now all your days
In the world you must stay
All my love with you, my darling
Share it all, you my charming

What Is, Where Is

What is to stop you from reaching me
What is to stop you
What is to keep you heeding me
What is to keep you
What is there to keep you away
What is there to tell you to stay
What is there?

Where is the feel of compassion in you
Where is the feel
Where is the desire to keep it new
Where is the desire
Where is the hope to lift us from pain
Where is the hope from which we will gain
Where is it?

Last Hope

The new world opened in front of them as they stepped out of an object that was very much like a space shuttle though it was barely the size of a tenth of the nails on their pinkies. The object’s size would vary depending on if it was empty or full. It contained all the amenities that they needed to travel slowly through time and space. They would get into the machine with chips that were integrated into their eyes. They had to only look at the machine and concentrate.

They looked as one being the low terrain of which the greenness and coolness compared only to the beginning times of their own world. The beauty and habitability of this world was tempting to them. But they had not come here to admire the view, but to look for something that kept their world together and which had been mysteriously lost to them some years or centuries ago.

They were looking for the Guardian of the Arc of the Sky, its being would change from dimension, place and time. They did not know exactly what they were looking for, but into them were built the last recognition chips. They were needed to find the Guardian. The sensors of the ship of the Guardian’s priests had led them to this world that seemed newly created.

They were the Last Ones, the last hope of their home world. A home world that was on the brink of destruction. The gods of iron, the leaders of their world, had told them to go get the Guardian. They were the last ones of the descendants of the gods of gold. The gods of gold had been a legendary people who had ruled the home world many millions of years ago. They had made the Guardian of the Arc of the Sky. Their very last hope.

I’m The Life Of This Song I’m Singing

I’m the life of this song I’m singing
The reaper of all the death I’m bringing
The maddening noise of all this sorrow
The counterpoint silence of the joy we borrow
Soul of the dreaming thoughts
Tears of the dying coughs
Disease and hope and mayhem
The world is full of all, amen!

I’m the end of the music I’m thinking
I’m the beginning of the moment that’s blinking
The quiet peace of nothing at all
The counterpoint war that will fall
Breath of many blowing winds
Hum of the greatest dins
Death and life and cruelty
To all the world we pay fealty