Emerged excitedly from
Every eager elevation,
Entering the evening:
A Frozen Ballad, Part VICoronation Day
A coronation grander none
Had witnessed till that day,
As Heimr Arnadalr rang
Out from the church's bay.
The queen, with blue gown and a cape
Of regal purple, stood
As prayers from the bishop blessed
Her reign with every good:
"Eternal God and Lord of Hosts
Who gives grace to the uttermost,
Now bless this land of Arendelle
And all who in this realm dwell.
Grant wisdom, grace, and favor to
Queen Elsa, for your will to do.
Though mighty be the storms of strife,
Preserve our Queen through all her life!"
And with this benediction's end,
The bishop took the crown
And placed it on Queen Elsa's head
In humbleness bowed down.
He offered next the orb and scepter,
Symbols of her rule,
And in her eyes he thought he saw
A look that had him fooled.
Twas not the gleam of triumph there,
No bravery appeared,
Instead, her eyes belied that they
Had seen just what she feared.
Her gloves were on. He coughed but once,
And made his message clear:
That she must touch with her own hands
EpithetSome nights I lay upon my bed and dream
Of names that I should like to call you by;
There's power in a name, for it would seem
That fate itself should with the meaning lie.
For something trite and honeyed would I dare?
Or would I stick with what you've had instead?
The truth, though, is that I cannot care
The name you hear that makes you turn your head:
It's only fine if I can call you mine.
To the HillsUntil the day breaks and the shadows flee,
This night is ours. And so I'll turn,
And turn into a stag upon the hills
To run for hours toward what I yearn.
It's not the changing wind that thrills my pulse
And brings it to the pace of chasing,
Nor is the challenge of the rugged ground
That sends my heartbeat off to racing,
But that you're there and mine and bounding,
Abounding still in every grace,
And sends me leaping like a light gazelle
From step to step and face to face.
Until the day breaks and the shadows flee,
This night is ours. Now let us run
To where the hidden gardens take their root
And all is said and finally done.
A Longing DeepA longing deep, a longing deep,
You ask, when will this longing be complete?
No other time but when we meet.
A longing deep, a longing deep,
Who might the knowledge of my longing keep?
Not those whose shallow love is weak.
VVindicate me, mighty Lord,
Victory comes not by sword,
Vile the death brought in by sin,
Vanquish what is old within.
Vine and branches bearing fruit
Viewed as signs of God's pursuit.
Vainest glories, stay behind,
Virtue crowns the humble mind.
Sonnet LXIIOp. 26, no. 2
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
And clouds this lamp that lights my fevered brain
When I believe these pleasures satisfy
The deepest longings given selfish reign.
To see creation as a basic means
To satisfy the myriad of youthful lusts
Is instability, because it leans
On wants that crumble quickly into dust.
My hope is that I might not acquiesce
In chasing things shortsightedly pathetic,
But powered by the Spirit, try my best
To understand the lasting things majestic,
And make my mark, fulfill the ministry
That I was called to leave a legacy.
MineI am His craft, I took my form
Beneath His skillful hand,
And though I walk through flame and storm
He helps me understand:
"In darkness you will see me shine,
In anxious doubt I send my sign
For you are mine,
For you are mine,
Redeemed to show my grand design."
But I am weak and impotent,
And much I do not know.
Besides His grace, all heaven-sent,
I would not overflow
Above the waters dark and deep
That tempt me towards my mortal sleep.
O, they will sweep,
O, they will sweep,
But God is here my soul to keep.
So dwell no longer on the past,
In distant memory,
But look to him who breathed his last
And gave His life for me.
In deserts dry he lays a road
To drink the sky-sent word that snowed
And melting flowed
And melting flowed
To drench me in this love He showed.
Beach DayIn undulating waves that pound the shore—
Their frothy tides embracing higher waters blue—
I saw my joy, and sat down to adore
The one this heart would daily choose to wander to.
No distance quite too far, no background din
Too raucous that I cannot stay and ponder
All the currents stirred I'm swimming in
Inside my heart, a longing still for more,
And wanderlust for oceans to explore.
Wax and WaneOh! wide-eyed wonder high up in the sky,
My only link transcending time and space,
How many separations have gone by
Before the searing coldness of your gaze?
And always in the fullest of your phase,
When many separations must go by,
'Tis then you choose to show your pallid face
And wide-eyed, sunder sighs up to the sky.
And yet you bear no ill-will, though I try
To pin my loneliness within your place.
For when I have my love within my hold,
You wrap the night around you in its folds
And from our private union hide your face
(Oh! Wide-eyed wonder!) from sighs up to the sky.
The Greatest LoveYour heart won't give out if the panic assaults
Your lungs won't from breathing retreat
Your life won't expire, just because you are tired
You can walk one more mile on those feet
Your hands won't forget every task on the shelf
Just because you are sick for a day
Your children will learn to cross streets by themselves
(Time is handled by God, in His way)
Your worth is not measured, my child, by sin
And your triumphs are never so small
I am not like the world. I look deep within
And your soul is not ugly at all
Your soul is a treasure, a blessing, a light
From your birth to your last, feeble touch
Know this, my child, as you weep in the night
There is no one who loves you as much
PonderingWhat does one do,
With a heart always in pain.
Every hour, every day,
It would drive a man insane.
From the bottom of every bottle,
And, the end of every line.
To the end of a barrel,
When it's been too long a time.
I would have none of these things,
And I can no longer stay numb,
And, I won't go so far (even now)
Just to drown out it's sum.
Such a twisted way to feel,
Wishing love from someone.
And the moment I feel it coming,
I'm always the first to run.
It's like fractured bone that can never heal,
Any weight it cannot bear,
Until it breaks in two completely,
To be reset and heal despair.
Lord knows that thought is terrifying,
But, I guess it's time I got it through,
To break ever completely,
Heal up as good as new.
Maybe I've got it wrong,
And, this isn't what to do.
Then, I hope to God you find me soon,
Before I see it through.
The Plain Truth
I love you for giving me wisdom
I love you for giving me light
I love you for giving me reason
To find in me delight
I love you for your beauty
You've got complex simplicity
You’re more than mere duty
I love your authenticity
I cannot live without you
Your love is pure and true
Yet nothing special about you
You're just the plain truth
Death prayerNow I lay me down in death
That I may seek eternal rest
If I should wake before I'm home
May you stop me before I'm gone
Nameless Russian Girl in PrimeNameless Russian girl in prime,
Deserving compliments in rhyme.
Her face invites a tender glow,
And I would take it real slow
And paint with words her parted lips,
High forehead, chin above all quips,
Fine clavicles and tender soul
Deduced ‘neath parchment of it all...
But why? -- Who reads my lines of flight?
Whose keen discernment and delight
Shall kindle words to warmth intended?
Whose sense with mine shall be co-mended?
Would her facility of tongue
Clime English exquisitely rung?
May photo-artist of this creature
Enjoy as I in every feature
And not, but ‘literature’ traversing,
To greatness of his own endorsing...
Glean mere compliments in weaving
Of text to fine nuances cleaving?!
-- Silver Rajah of Sophiastan
The Graveyard AforementionedIn darkest affairs,
Of graveyard aforementioned,
the frozen, late hand
of the once great Salve.
His voice he yelled loud,
his chains he sound
and yet his voice,
was a mere whispered wisp.
His wails passed on
like a shadow of bleak,
casting a shade,
upon his own crypt.
He bang in fury,
shriek'd like lorry.
"O' Almighty, Lord of Creation!
Prithee I ask, free me of sorrow.
Long hath I lived, many a quest,
but tis chaos I detest, lest tis be a test.
I implore to see light! I itch to see Ye visage!
Wrap Thy cloak, round m' arms,
so I may never bear, the madness within."
Then the Lord answered back,
light searing bright.
"If thou complain of chaos,
and sadism within,
Then why, I ask, have you, yourself,
whipped all thy people, lash'd them at,
boil'd their heads, broken their hearts,
scourged the souls, and families thee shred,
all with the same things,
this hellish realm gave?"
And with that, the great king drop speechless.
He gazed from the Light, to the shadowy descents.
He low his arms, g
Father“Father, forgive me.”
I say as I sob
Confessing another mistake
It hurts to be back here
At the stumbling block
That always makes me break
“Father, please love me.”
But then, why should He?
He knows all the things I’ve done
I can’t take this gift
But I need it so much
So I find it hard to shun
“Father in Heaven…”
Is all I can pray
As words fail what I feel inside
Tears threaten to flow
When I think of His grace
That allows one like me to confide
Father, Son, Spirit
Three and the same
Who saved me from my strife
The healer of hurts
My Savior and friend
I thank you for new life
The Mind of a DancerThe Mind of a Dancer:
2.feet - music, soul
4.sweat and tears
11.breath, pressure, shut down
12.independence, journey, growth, teamwork
17.practice, practice, practice
The pressure bubbles,
I can barely stand still.
Stretching helps with relieving my troubles,
Now there’s no containing my thrill.
My mind is at ease as it shuts off,
The performance has just begun.
There is silence but one person’s cough.
Sweat beats down like I’m out in in the sun.
The music carries my body without my control,
Everyone moves fluidly with me.
I’ve never felt such strength from within my soul.
I can’t keep my face from showing my glee.
Our friendship has grown,
As the days have come and gone.
And it clearly is shown,
That we have worked together as one.
The song softens and I begin
DianaThe huntress at her cusp,
Risen full she looms
Across the silken waters
To snatch the minds of poets swooned.
Awakened, wild in lunacy,
They hasten from the folds,
Of life’s cyclic obsessions
That man’s lack of purpose molds,
Escapist thoughts begin to warp their vision,
Imagination makes a deep incision,
Severing the line that tethers us to our motherland.
Lifted from the shifting sand,
She takes us in with outstretched hands,
Afloat, entranced to Summerland
Away, dead to the world.
Now we look down from our pinnacle here,
At our bodies rotting at Nadir,
Every second regressing a little more,
Depressed we took the chance to soar,
At that one final glance
We come back down
Our will restored to a pillar of salt,
And found in the presence of this higher ground
That we must never let our passion halt.
The king said to Daniel, “Surely your God is the God of gods [Elah Elahin] and the Lord of kings and a revealer of mysteries, for you were able to reveal this mystery.”