Amidst hundreds of thousands, yourself only one
What battles were fought - what victories won?
Who were you and why
Amidst heartache and strife...
Where was your hope?
This was your life.
Black and white turns to formless grey
Though words are many, I've something to say
Where now is truth?
What will you decide?
Where your strength, where your peace
In undying tide?
Where was your purpose?
Where now your song?
For in a moment - life is gone.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Once delivered, shall we run
To what we knew before?
Oh brother, see!
The truth is plain -
We must now live for more.
On that glorious day
When my faith becomes sight
May I be found amidst the good fight.
Arise! Awake!
For day will soon dawn
Heartache and sorrow shall not last for long.
Now that we have seen
Let us swiftly run toward
Our beautiful home
And our glorious Lord.
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When I read your title I sang to myself Switchfoot's "This is your life..."
I tried to match the tune with the rest of your poem ... it didn't work in case you were wondering =)
Beautiful poem though
lol rusty!
I like it too, Hannah.
"Amidst hundreds of thousands, yourself only one
What battles were fought - what victories won?"
This really captures the feeling of being "very small" in a big world. Reminds me of two things: 1) walking around ASU and 2) a comment you made to me in Caborca one particular night when gazing at certain celestial objects in the sky.
Your ending immediately reminded me of Ecclesiasts 3:20, "All go to the same place. All came from the dust and all return to the dust." __ life is gone __
I only wish that you offered a more hopeful conclusion, since - of course - there is MUCH to hope for in Christ. But that's just my take on things. ;)
Hopefully I'll be able to draw some commentary out of you tomorrow.
Have a blessed day, my friend.
-John
"All my springs of joy are in you [the city of God]" -Ps. 87:7 (!)
Oh yes, John, of course!!!! There is much, MUCH hope. ;) I penned these lines rather absent-mindedly in the midst of a certain ASU class ;), and did not elaborate very much. The truth is, there's about five more verses to this ... which, of course, do go to the glorious HOPE... but they were incorporated into another poem and therefore the rhythm does not match at ALL. It's very hard to explain, I'm afraid. My problem is this... I write poetry by the page, but don't pay much attention to making it ALL FIT together into one ORGANIZED whole. ;) That's something I'll have to work on, and I'm sure I can draw from your example!!!!
And oh boy, Rusty.. I never meant to parallel the Switchfoot song (There's actually another story entirely behind the theme of these lines!!!!) but... you crack me up. And thanks for the encouragement, too. I hope it WAS encouraging.
Oh Hannah,
Whenceforth has thou devoted thyself to poetry and sayings of the like. Keep thy beauty flowing in words as water from a rain.
I love thee.
Oh Heather, my love... thou dost make me crack up, so that my head is like to fall off. (!) Thou dost not know how thou makest the streams of humor well up inside me.
You know if guys spoke like this would we swoon or be entirely too confused at all times?
On second thought we would probably swoon while being confused...we are girls. " )
(Oh, but only if there is an accent involved...Brittish or Irish maybe...get back to me)
I hate to add another comment, because I'm currently at seven, but for sake of necessary conversation, I will give in. ;)
The answer, Heather, is that we would swoon... and once we were done swooning and he (of course) caught us while swooning (necessary romantic interjection) we would ask him quite matter-of-factly what exactly he meant - or, if you're me, you would perfectly understand him. It's that whole knight-in-shining-armor "aura"... if you know what I mean.
But of course you do.
You're a girl.
Girls know what I'm talking about.
And British, Heather. British is the answer. We should suggest the adopting of British accents to all of our fine young gentlemen. Then, of course, there's chivalry (a lost art), which works just as well. (Try both and you'll be a real hit.)
Thank you for finishing the thought, Hannah. I understand your frustrations with making everything fit together - but keep plugging away at it. Your poetry is steadily improving, in my opinion.
And thanks for offering some hope ;)
The end is so near,
so let us now run
To bright, endless days
under heaven's sun.
As for the whole "swooning" thing, I have not much to say.
"Thou makest the streams of humor well up inside me," <-- ROFL.
I will spare myself and everyone else anymore of this kind of jolly banter (although the temptation is great!)
;)
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