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Poems from Another Lifetime Part 2
by Marijo Phelps This is a continuation of a series of poems I wrote before I came to Jesus. I was a professing atheist during this time and I think you can see the contrast between the hope my current writings show and this time when my life was, at times, pretty hopeless. I used to write when I felt things intensely - usually sadness or angst but occasionally happiness. Logic on Marriage before Being Married If your heart contains dreams That your head denies Soon a little part Of your heart-dream dies Be reasonable and think Your life is planned! "Get rid of those dreams" Is your mind's demand Eventually your mind Will win the war The dream is gone She'll haunt you no more But I ask you now Before these times arrive Couldn't head and heart Live side by side? Monologue on When My Life Was Living Me I miss you too much when you're at work Or behind a newspaper of minimal thickness but Maximum density And too much of the highway When foam rubber and engine roar Make it impossible for verbal contact But most of all I miss you in days of future passed Running through the fallen leaves And silver streams with our friends of autumn gone Then all that mattered was gaining direction And staying warm enough in winter- We reached those goals in several ways As I sit here thinking I almost feel it has been years Since I've gotten into your soul, let you into mine For we seem to have been sidetracked by ever so much By different hours of apartness, Over indulgence in so many ways It almost looks like we have become too oriented To "socially acceptable" escapes: beer, wine and meaningless trivia In thinking, I would rather work with you To build our Walden from something more solid Than pistons and cylinders which break Or tangible accumulations which seem to clutter The simplicity we're trying to attain Can't we build and save intangible sensitivities Which mean so much and grow together rather than petty Childlike rather than childish, responsible rather than impulsive Yet free and unencumbered? I want to see you more than when you're sleeping And grow in learning more than only what you like for supper I want to grow in learning to live and feel and breathe and touch The essence of the soul of life together with you While leaving behind the tempting, distracting clutter Which obscures our impression of intangible yet perceptible reality. Can we accept the challenge of going away Away from the security of the 9-5 world with all its demands, Pressures, censorship of soul feeling sensitivities and emphasis on accumulation? Can we win the battle over our "socialized" production-consumer oriented selves To discover our buried soul potential and where life REALLY is? REACHING OUT? How can you reach out to someone You're not even sure is there? SEARCHING I am reaching out for you Trying so hard to grasp your half extended hand But you can't give more to meet me Because you're trying too much To grasp the one of hers, just out of reach. I, so intent on you that I can't hear him, Calling out behind me. All of us wanting to be close To someone who'd rather not be there Yet, someday I think we'll all be going The right direction at the correct time To meet and hold The proverbial "other you". MISERABLE SOULS The world is full of miserable souls, All unsure of themselves, Hurting and being hurt by everyone around them. Sometimes it seems like a farce To try to reach out What is closeness, humanity if you will If it seems to end up hurting and tearing up Worse in the end than if everyone Had just been isolationists to begin with? Yet how can we be isolationists When we have to reach out and touch or die But isn't the death of hurting and bring hurt Almost worse than the death of loneliness? SNOWFLAKE, A SMILE Merry snowflake swirling around Dizzily drifting dreamily down Smile encompassing all Snowflake is a smile Smile gathering in the sky Happy, happy, happy I. My blog is: http://myincrediblelord.blogspot.com/ (C) Marijo Phelps all rights reserved. Use with proper credits. About Self Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |