finding the words to say
The tendencies of the mind pull us down, making uncomfortable moments for us to avoid. Some, however, barrel through them with blind eyes, making stupidity their guide. -Anonymous-
I wrote another quoem (quasi-poem) tonight. I have had a great Lord's day, but I can't stop thinking about how my life has taken many different twists and turns in the past couple of months. It's hard to keep your mind straight when you wonder as much as I do. Although, when I was holding little Evelyn tonight, my mind was at ease. But now that I have finished the quoem, I need to let it out, escaping the confines of my little black book.
Quiet....
Nary a Sound is uttered.
Not from the mouth of one who,
Has nothing left to say.
His voice gives no comfort,
Not a shred of solace.
Is it because of doubt?
Or lack of understanding?
The mind wanders,
When his voice is silent.
Shattering the perfect vision of love,
And breaking the back of security.
The quiet is gone....
But his mind still wanders.
Can he find the words to say?
Will she hear?
I know that it is not much of quoem, and I am not much of a quoet. These words are ones that linger in my mind everywhere I go. I ask myself questions, I try to answer them (not out loud of course). More often than not I get stuck, turn to the Lord, and move on. In the quoem, the "his" is me (of course *smile*) and how I react to the questions that move freely through my head. It's the feeling of confusion that plagues me day in and day out. We all have to face each day not knowing what will happen, not knowing what to say. The quoem has a tone of how love makes us wonder strange things. The second to last line is something I happen to think about often. If someone special comes into my life, I constantly try to find the right words to say. More often than not I fail at it, but the Lord is leading me down a path that, while harrowed with strife, is going somewhere. The last line is far more deep than people may think. It's a desperate plea for help in a world of distortion. It's weird to actually explain all of this, and some may not understand as well as others. Welcome to my thoughts.
-luke
I wrote another quoem (quasi-poem) tonight. I have had a great Lord's day, but I can't stop thinking about how my life has taken many different twists and turns in the past couple of months. It's hard to keep your mind straight when you wonder as much as I do. Although, when I was holding little Evelyn tonight, my mind was at ease. But now that I have finished the quoem, I need to let it out, escaping the confines of my little black book.
Quiet....
Nary a Sound is uttered.
Not from the mouth of one who,
Has nothing left to say.
His voice gives no comfort,
Not a shred of solace.
Is it because of doubt?
Or lack of understanding?
The mind wanders,
When his voice is silent.
Shattering the perfect vision of love,
And breaking the back of security.
The quiet is gone....
But his mind still wanders.
Can he find the words to say?
Will she hear?
I know that it is not much of quoem, and I am not much of a quoet. These words are ones that linger in my mind everywhere I go. I ask myself questions, I try to answer them (not out loud of course). More often than not I get stuck, turn to the Lord, and move on. In the quoem, the "his" is me (of course *smile*) and how I react to the questions that move freely through my head. It's the feeling of confusion that plagues me day in and day out. We all have to face each day not knowing what will happen, not knowing what to say. The quoem has a tone of how love makes us wonder strange things. The second to last line is something I happen to think about often. If someone special comes into my life, I constantly try to find the right words to say. More often than not I fail at it, but the Lord is leading me down a path that, while harrowed with strife, is going somewhere. The last line is far more deep than people may think. It's a desperate plea for help in a world of distortion. It's weird to actually explain all of this, and some may not understand as well as others. Welcome to my thoughts.
-luke
posted by brodie @ 12:19 AM
2 Comments:
Nice quoem, and I love the new design. I'm such a fan of blue.
"Will she hear?"
I find that often times, when I long for clarity, it hurts the most when loved ones don't listen. When no one hears. It's hard to have emotions and deep thoughts screaming in your mind and not be able to express it to anyone. A quiet plea for clarity and comfort often is overheard. It never fails to surprise me how we fail to take refuge in eachother.
I thank God that He will always listen. He will always hear.
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