"I was the lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay,a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you." "Then it was you who wounded Aravis?" "It was I." "But what for?" "Child," said the Voice, "I am telling you your story, not hers. I tell no-one any story but his own ." "Who are you?" asked Shasta. "Myself," said the Voice, very deep and low so that the earth shook: and again "Myself," loud and clear and gay: then the third time"Myself," whispered so softly you could hardly
hear it, and yet it seemed to come from all round you as if the leaves rustled with it."

from The Horse and His Boy by C.S. Lewis


Friday, April 3, 2009

george herbert

"Soul's joy, when thou art gone,
and I alone,
which cannot be,
because thou dost abide with me,
And I depend on thee;
Yet when thou dost supprese
The cheerfulnesse
Of thy abode,
And in my powers not stirre abroad,
But leave me to my load:
O what a damp and shade
Doth me invade!
No stormie night
Can so afflict, or so afright,
As thy eclipsed light.
Ah, Lord, do not withdraw,
Lest want of aw
Make Sinne appeare,
And when thou dost but shine lesse cleare,
Say that thou art not here.
And when what life I have,
When Sinne doth rave,
And falsy boast,
That I may seek, but thou art lost,
Thou and alone thou know'st.
O what a deadly cold
Doth me infold!
I half beleeve
That Sinne says true; but while I grieve
Thou com'st and dost relieve."
-a parodie.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

march. oh, the madness.

things I like about the month of march:

st. patrick's day.
COLLEGE BASKETBALL.
better weather (even though it is supposed to rain all this week. whatever. not intimidated.)

things I don't like about the month of march:

midterm.
allergies.
constant fatigue. ha. maybe that's due to allergies?


I'd say, march 2009 has already been much more promising than any part of march 2008, allergies & all.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

time never stops. for c.y.

all those postcards
conversations over tea
i never knew that your mind wasn't free

i feel much guilt
for never assuming more
not realizing your heart was so sore

a year has passed
and things remind me of you
i still pray to him and hope that you knew

a faithful friend
you listened and cared so much
i pray you always know his healing touch

he can restore
reaching the darkest places
he pulls the mind from hideous places

if only i...
i might think that forever
but he surpasses any endeavor.

so now i pray
giving all my thoughts to him
even when everything seems very dim.

he sees and knows.
he speaks tenderly to me
so i pray that in the last, you too, did see.

love.