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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.
No FallowIf fruitful labor has but one sad fate,
'tis that my mind cannot in fallow lie.
My wearied hands do not procrastinate,
I promise you, but as I sit and try
To summon up the simplest of a noun,
I'm flummoxed, flustered, full of bluster.
Fertility demands that life lay down
And give until there's none to muster:
O! what a cruel device, this sacrifice!
The StruggleThough once I said it was adversity
That birthed the most imaginative verse,
In darkness lies no creativity,
Despair itself destroys and gives no birth.
It murders, leaving no recourse for mercy,
Swallowing up the brightest minds, its maw
Insatiable except for vilest cursing
Of self-inflicted wounds all rubbed and raw.
But when the light inside me flickers fire
And cuts through darkness with its needle rays,
The smallest candlelight might then inspire
Poetic justice for defeated days.
In light alone do shadows find their shape,
The struggle from which poems find escape.
WoundsThe time when verses flow most freely from my mind
Is not when life has altogether been too kind:
The echoed strains of joy, what words could catch and capture
The speechlessness of laughter, hearts abrim with rapture?
It's hopelessness and sorrow baring wounds through words,
A crust of scabbed emotions daring to be heard;
It itches mightily, and though you want to rip
Apart the hurt and all reminders in one strip,
It stings to know there is no bottom but an ooze,
This awful spring of inspiration, pain-infused.
But give it time to heal, protect it from all harm,
And off it comes. The skin beneath is new and warm
And paler than before, but solid in its form.
Memory #4: The CostIn my sophomore year, we would have prayer meetings every Wednesday afternoon. I would say that weekly meetups and prayer meetings were the times I learned the most that year. On one level, I learned about prayer itself, and how many different ways you could pray. You could pray through the Word (praying through a psalm was a particular favorite of mine), you could pray in one voice with each other, you could simply praise and adore God, or thank him. Along with my meetups I learned more about confessing in prayer as well. On another level, I learned a lot about the many different things we could intercede for. We would pray for our campus, our ministry, our missionaries, and most importantly, our people and the various facets of their lives. It felt that every prayer meeting was learning a new thing about prayer.
But even more than these substantial lessons, I learned a lot from the older people who led the prayers. Seeing their example as prayerful men and women left a deep impressio
UnspokenUntil the day appointed when I stand
And tell you all the hope you fill in me,
I'll tell you naught of what I understand
Within my heart, unseized by urgency.
For in the promise now I see no need
To haste the swelling feeling deep inside
Nor give up hope: to pray and not to plead,
To slowly bridge this shortening divide.
But we are closer than I could have thought,
And in the light of such proximity
The sentiment our interactions wrought
Are all too easy for your eyes to see.
For now, let this reward you for your wait:
The tenderness my actions indicate.
Forever and a dayForever I shall love you
you have no need to ask.
Forever you shall feel my love
I will make you grasp.
I´ll prove to you there´s no better one,
no better one so true
cos everything that I will do,
I´ll do it just for you.
so please don´t start to doubt me,
never want to hear you say,
"How long will you still love me?"
Forever my love...
Forever and a day.
Written by Suzanne Karbach sept 2014
A Prayer-bead Prayershi
grenadined lips and kohl-rimmed eyes,
come now, come; drown down this caribbean sun with me.
disquieted rainfall worries
-they pitter patter
face with your feather
-weight touch, i become fresh tinder.
i sync our zealous breathing with your zinc penny pulse;
oh how i have fallen tender!
peeled raw, i now burn
You Rise With the Moon, I Rise With the SunThe sparks of their love will forever last,
They fight now, but they will be intertwined soon.
They both think now that they are fading fast.
Destiny is funny when looked at in eyes of the past,
She sits in the dark asking why to the moon,
But it knows the sparks of their love will forever last.
He faces away from the shadow that the sun casts.
With the rise of the sun comes the heat of June,
But they both think now that they are fading fast.
They don’t say a word and the time is mashed.
Still, neither knows by the time of noon,
That the sparks of their love will forever last.
Neither remembers the words they had blast,
But they remember the night that they had swooned
Sadly, they both think now that they are fading fast.
The words of tale that teach of the loving everlast,
Are of the sun and moon that chase in tune
The sparks of their love will forever last,
They thought too, that they were fading fast.
I'd LoveI’d love to love you if you let me
I’d quickly fall apart for you
I would take all that you found heavy
And bear your burden through and through
I’d love to thaw you out in winter
And see you smiling every day
Though you might act cold and bitter
I’d see the warmth you hide away
I’d love to lie with you through sunrise
I’d watch the colours change with you
I’d love to love you for my whole life
If you could only love me too
December LoversDancing within the December light
lovers kiss under the cold rain
cast in the haze of synthetic glow
desperate on a lonely night.
Strangers in the shadows pass from sight,
mislaid tokens of distilled pain
where oil slicks and memories flow,
embrace to escape dreamless blight.
Bodies grasping a moment's delight
only a touch to keep us sane,
breath on the air is all that will show,
unknown faces appear ghost white.
In darkness lovers always burn bright,
untold regrets wash down the drain
a secret language in fallen snow
neglected hearts touched by frostbite.
ClamWishes as I lay against
The ground so cool in starlight
And as each trail of white burns past
I close my eyes and drive my right
Wish for wealth to share with you
Like water in the sands
And raise a clam to open up
And pour into my open hands
Once years of fallen paths of fire
Have taken to my sleeping asks
I will have a beast of mer
To raise in all the qualities I lack
And on one eve in desert heat
Will parched this foe struggle its last
And finally open up its mouth
To laugh at my struggles past
For born but not betrothed you were
So stubborn in your shell
Try as I could to speak to you
There was no way to find your tell
So I went through all tears and rage
Leaving to come back to you
Even as I smout the earth
Your resolve always stayed true
Each night I watched the stars with scorn
To have such trickery played
And refused to shut them out those times
Forevermore my mind was made
Then with my gaze awake
I saw a shell cracked and dry
The dunes had ravaged your form
I knew it would be
Bring Me BackFor you
the moon will sing
and wake my heart
led through dreams by the melody
from the darkness I emerge to find you
revived by your own warmth
again I live
JadeCadé a pedra preciosa jade?
Mil Baús abri sem nenhuma sorte
Que lealdade à sua raridade!
Você é como sakura no norte
Encontrei a jade em terra ferida
Afundando nesta areia maldita
Eu tentei salva-la de tal angústia
Mas fui afogado pela maldita
Lépida ela ficou com o meu
Sofrimento, sou sofredor sofrido
Condenado pelo amor proibido
Não mereço este bom amor seu?
Ganância afasta-me desta paixão?
Achei minha paz nesta escuridão
Sonnet LXIOp. 26, no. 1
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake,
Alert to all the shadows in the dark,
The principalities that cruelly take
And plunder everything with beauty's mark.
To play the watchman ever for thy sake,
My love, who fills my soul and all my being,
I watch and gladly wait, though still opaque
The future is, resistant to my seeing.
But when the dawn at last will show its face,
Would all our hopes then happily conclude
That all we feared could not have stood in place
Before the force that leaves all things subdued.
That force is love that cultivated grows,
Which gives and gives until it overflows.
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