Nothing really.
Been QUITE a while.
I'm actually not much of a true journaling person. Sure, I write in my prayer journal, and my poetry journal is also something I write in frequently (though not faithfully)... but in just writing about myself... geez how boring is that?! It's like a commentary on a really pathetic and boring movie or book!!! hahaha... Well, I have been writing poetry quite frequently lately. Here are some poems:
--The Apple Tree--
Wait for me
by the apple tree,
though my face you cannot see,
I beg you, wait for me.
Wait for me
in the fallen leaves,
once lovely blossoms of a tree-
pluck them not, wait for me.
For me wait,
by the broken gate.
Don’t dare to mend its wretched state.
Be still, and for me wait.
Still wait for me
by the old apple tree;
youth gone and in its sweet prime be.
Oh, please, still wait for me.
Still wait for me
when spring near be,
and blossoms bloom on apple tree.
There, still wait for me.
Still for me wait
whilst ice gathers on the broken gate,
and chill winds seem to not abate.
Stay, and for me wait.
Wait for me still
when winter’s chill
is warmed, and birds sing clear and shrill
my love, wait for me still.
Wait for me
though your eyes sleepy be;
while summer sun grows warm and hazy,
please, still wait for me.
And when you hear the broken gate
open, and you hear my quickened gait,
you’ll see me running, as you wait
and joy in you shall escalate.
You’ll pluck the fruit from apple tree
and share its ripened sweetness with me.
Carved in that tree our names shall be
forever, for you waited for me.
____________________________
--Belonging to Jesus--
My Love (so bittersweet),
My heart I would give
To thee, ever freely-
Except it belongs to another.
My Dear (so faraway),
My passion would be thine,
Yet it is claimed by someone else
Who holds it ever tightly in their grip.
My heart (torn in two),
You would with joy be leaping
Were your song not laboured
By what you cannot have.
My God (make me chaste),
I would soon be straying
Did you not pull me aside
And shower me with grace.
My Lord (Keeper of all),
This heart, this passion
Belong to Thee
Hold them, oh, so close.
___________________________
Well, that's all I've been up to really. Other than all the graduation details and stuff. But that'll be all for tonight.
Farewell, and don't forget to take a look at the stars.
There was heat lightning earlier in the western sky right below some bright stars. It was stunningly beautiful.
I'm actually not much of a true journaling person. Sure, I write in my prayer journal, and my poetry journal is also something I write in frequently (though not faithfully)... but in just writing about myself... geez how boring is that?! It's like a commentary on a really pathetic and boring movie or book!!! hahaha... Well, I have been writing poetry quite frequently lately. Here are some poems:
--The Apple Tree--
Wait for me
by the apple tree,
though my face you cannot see,
I beg you, wait for me.
Wait for me
in the fallen leaves,
once lovely blossoms of a tree-
pluck them not, wait for me.
For me wait,
by the broken gate.
Don’t dare to mend its wretched state.
Be still, and for me wait.
Still wait for me
by the old apple tree;
youth gone and in its sweet prime be.
Oh, please, still wait for me.
Still wait for me
when spring near be,
and blossoms bloom on apple tree.
There, still wait for me.
Still for me wait
whilst ice gathers on the broken gate,
and chill winds seem to not abate.
Stay, and for me wait.
Wait for me still
when winter’s chill
is warmed, and birds sing clear and shrill
my love, wait for me still.
Wait for me
though your eyes sleepy be;
while summer sun grows warm and hazy,
please, still wait for me.
And when you hear the broken gate
open, and you hear my quickened gait,
you’ll see me running, as you wait
and joy in you shall escalate.
You’ll pluck the fruit from apple tree
and share its ripened sweetness with me.
Carved in that tree our names shall be
forever, for you waited for me.
____________________________
--Belonging to Jesus--
My Love (so bittersweet),
My heart I would give
To thee, ever freely-
Except it belongs to another.
My Dear (so faraway),
My passion would be thine,
Yet it is claimed by someone else
Who holds it ever tightly in their grip.
My heart (torn in two),
You would with joy be leaping
Were your song not laboured
By what you cannot have.
My God (make me chaste),
I would soon be straying
Did you not pull me aside
And shower me with grace.
My Lord (Keeper of all),
This heart, this passion
Belong to Thee
Hold them, oh, so close.
___________________________
Well, that's all I've been up to really. Other than all the graduation details and stuff. But that'll be all for tonight.
Farewell, and don't forget to take a look at the stars.
There was heat lightning earlier in the western sky right below some bright stars. It was stunningly beautiful.