Saturday, 30 November 2013

Good Bye

I remeber that sad morning,
When we choose to walk our different paths,
The sun mourned with me,
And the cold weather mirrored my broken beart,
Every step I took,
Shattered the already broken pieces,
I braved the cold as I willed my tears not to fall,
I held my head high and fought to walk staight,
I smiled and waved goodbye,
I was dying inside.
I could not fathom,
Why I was not enough?
Why did you say the things you said?
Then burst my bubble,
And let me tumble from the ninth cloud to hell?
I loved you but that was all in vein.
I hope that one day I will forget you,
But until then I hope you remain in my unconsious mind

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In the depth of the abbys a falcon rose,
Strong, regal, beautiful- a sight to behold
A long cry from what was
A broken bird,
On the brim of sure death,
Eyes glazed with defeat,
A faltering cry,
A quiet wail for help,
A fledging spirit on the verge of giving up,
Then a tiny flame of resolve flickers
Flickers and burns bright
A resolve to restore
The true beauty of a falcon
A beauty robbedby arrogance and malevolence,
A trench of emotional turmoil,
Dug out by continous flow of scathing undertones,
Countinous undertones that eventually break,
Even hard rocks gives way to strong waves,
But no more,
Feathers preened,
Beautiful, firm and elegant
Perching with the head held high like on a pedestal,
A sure sign of defiance and strength,
She is a falcon after all

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Monday, 18 November 2013

Jesus the Bearer of Hope

It is silent now on that ugly hill,
The mocking crowds have gone their way
And mourning friends, who had followed him,
In grief had laid their Lord away.

His disciples meet behind closed doors,
In unbelief, sorrow and fear,
Their hopes have fled in the days just past,
And the pain seems too much to bear.

In their dark room filled with pain,
With unbelief sorrow and fear,
Suddenly came the risen Lord,
And drove away every tear.

To the weary heart in a room thats
Closed by fear, sorrow, doubt and pain,
The saviour comes with his loving touch,
And brings hope and piece again.

How sweet his voice that brings such peace,
That lets us know anew,
That though our path is often hard,
He is with us to see us through

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