Mountain of Stones

 Tiia Monto [CC BY-SA 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], from Wikimedia Commons
Tiia Monto [CC BY-SA 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, 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


I Was No More

 Fading Away by Pain of the Fallen
Fading Away by Pain of the Fallen

A path I saw

Among the raindrops

As they fell down from the crying stars.

The moon smiled

At his children’s joy

Playing in their heavenly pool.

The sun came and looked down at me

Its eyes were shady

The mouth sorrowfully wavy.

Its tears dropped on my forehead

They were painful.

Ice shards broke wounds

On my body

In my body

In my mind

In my soul.

The sky saw right through me

I was invisible.

The wind blew right through me

I was no more.


Merry Yule!

Merry Yule is this day,
What is Yule anyway?
It is Christmas,
The birth of Christ,
It is Saturnalia,
It is the fest of light.
The darkness creeps in all winter,
But these days they no longer linger.
In ancient Roman times,
It was a time to celebrate the gods.
Today we celebrate Christmas,
A holiday of gifts,
Joy,
Family.
Peace to all on this Earth,
I hope troubles give you a wide berth.