I love this song.

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Today we went to En-Gedi, where David spent much time hiding from Saul. He wrote many, many Psalms there. Our assignment today was to go find a quiet spot (which wasn't hard) and write a psalm. Mine ended up being an entire song.

( Beautiful, beautiful )

A song, slow and acoustic, but with crescendos occasionally. I don't have a piano right now so I can't pick out the tune, but I will as soon as I get one :)

( The End of the Line )

Um. I'm not sure where this came from. Neither am I sure that it makes any sense. It's a song, but I don't have my piano...so I can't pick out the tune for it.

( A day like this one )

*frowns* I think I got sick sometime between last night and this morning. I had a fever earlier...and I've halfway lost my voice. Hopefully it will go away by Saturday morning...since I have to drive to Georgia then ( Read more... )

A song - the only thing I've written recently. Now that school is finally over for the summer, I hope to be able to write more. I've got to get back to my true love :)

( Anything Helps )

This has a tune...and reads much better when it's sung ( Read more... )

“That is what it is like to grow old: to be untouched by the summer night, by moonlight, by the scent of honeysuckle; to wonder why others should walk hand in hand or with their arms around each other’s waist. To be indifferent to the beauty of the earth, and to be entirely without longing.” - take from Robert Nathan’s book Mr. Whittle and the ( Read more... )

a song :)

( Made of Sand )

How oddly pathetic, that I should have so much to say and not say it. I could right pages and pages of poems. I ought to, really. But I'm simply staring at this white screen instead, not thinking, not writing. Not even being.

I've been challenged to write a poem about foolintherain00, that has to include potatoes and the number 42. That ought to be ( Read more... )