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


A Series of Unlikely Explanations

It really should not have happened

That was what everyone believed

That was what I believed I believed

But it had happened

 

I told them that it was because I was wary

They thought I meant I was weary

But there is a great difference in these two things

Because I really was doubtful and cautious about it

 

I told them that I was annoyed

They thought I meant I was no longer employed

There assessment is correct, but neither is it truthful

I have never been employed

 

They really should know me better

 

I told them that I had been angry

They thought I had been hungry

And they offered me food

And told me it still didn’t explain why I did it

 

I told them I was being spiteful

But they thought I was just being stupid and hateful

It could have been that

But it could have been paying them tit for tat

 

They really really should have known me better

 

For the truth of why I had kissed my baby sister on the nose

Was to wish with all my hope that she’ll be pretty and protected when she grows

Troubled (O Faithful Father)

O faithful Father of mine

Can You see this child thine

In the mud of a worrying heart

Keeping me far away, apart

 

O faithful Father, my heart

Is troubled with so much

My mind is clouded

My eyes shrouded

 

I know Your love is there for me

Yet I cannot seem to find peace

The thoughts of uncertainty filling my being

Making me restless and reeling

 

O faithful Father

Help me, my Lord

To bring peace to my weary mind

To trust Your faithfulness with my wary heart

 

You are my comfort

Yet I cannot find it

Not for the lack of Your promises

But the lack of my own faith

 

O Lord, my great Father

I must set my eyes to You

Trust that it is You, dear Jesus, not I

Who makes all things happen

 

For no thing is too small, dear Jesus

For no thing is too great, my Lord

For You are the Almighty and All Knowing

I lay my life at Your feet

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;

Lord,

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.

Quote of the Day: The Paradoxical Commandments

People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered.
Love them anyway.
If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.
Do good anyway.
If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies.
Succeed anyway.
The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Do good anyway.
Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.
Be honest and frank anyway.
The biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds.
Think big anyway.
People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs.
Fight for a few underdogs anyway.
What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.
Build anyway.
People really need help but may attack you if you do help them.
Help people anyway.
Give the world the best you have and you’ll get kicked in the teeth.
Give the world the best you have anyway.

— Kent M. Keith, The Silent Revolution: Dynamic Leadership in the Student Council

Mother’s Last Song (Pity)

 

Here she lie in pain and wait

Looking at the sores on her lap

There her tears fall to sleep

On the bosom different and bare

 

Look how her eyes are sad

Filled with sorrow for death

It has parted her

And stabbed her like a sword

 

On her pedestal

Eternally

She will lie in wait

 

For the one she gave life and breath

Is now gone away

 

She remembers the angel choir

Singing of happiness

A king was born

But kings must rest

For they rest naught in life

But in the Lord’s gracious everlasting sight

 

This is a mother’s last song

To her first child in death and birth

But this is no comforting lullaby

This is the lamentation

For the last of the greatest kings