Through the haze of something long un-thought of
it comes,
flowing from a dusty memory
to something clear
and my heart aches with the bittersweet drifts of it,
as it slowly takes over
It becomes so vivid,
that it is hard to imagine it gone
it seems to fill me
and at the same time
take part of me away
The memory of a day
Days past,
some long ago
others more close
All filled with the warm feeling
of a generous heart
and a gift of great love
A sharp light soaks through your opening eyes
the sounds are loud and curious from the great silence
your cries pierce the air
ringing out in a place
you do not know
Welcome to the world
Your fingers reach, stretching
trying to find something, someone
to hold onto
There is a great space before you
opening wide to many things
you do not know
Welcome to our world
Good question. Who am I? Let's explore.
My name is Amara; I'm enduring my 16th year; I live in Oklahoma with two parents and four younger siblings. That's me in a nutshell... but I wonder. Is that really me?
I've told you a little of the real me already. I get quite a kick out of turning simple things - such as an introduction to myself - into deep discussions. I generally carry out these conversations in the privacy of my own mind, but sometimes a line or a phrase escapes my lips and I get a few weird looks.
A boy with my toys
The land, sea and sky are mine
Because my eyes see
Reach out and claim it
It is drawing into me
It’s all mine now stop
How small it makes me
When I look up to the sky
Am I nothing then?
Engulfed by the world
Life becomes nothing but grass
We grow, live and die
Grass, rock, sea, sky, cloud
A, B, C, 1, 2 and 3
Me, barely human
Note: Based on a true story.
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Marble floor reflection against the brightness
Wooden kneelers smooth with lightness
Stained glass windows of Virgin so mild
Hearts beating with love towards Her Child
Silver embroidered, the glittering like rain
Crucifix and dying Christ expression of pain
Purity of white cloth, red of blood and old
Presence so loving, arms to enfold
Beads of wood in trembling fingers
Walking, praying, a woman lingers
Mantilla draped like a veil of truth
Uncertainty in the eyes of the youth
Strong faith, strong hope, strong love
“All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.” –Helen Keller
Countless times I’ve walked this road
And seen the sights along the way
Day has faded into day
I’m left without a word to say
The pain has always been the same
Inside and for the ones I see
Nothing changes here for me
I know just what the end will be
Where hope has fled, corruption reigns
Dark clouds will mask the shining sun
The comfortless will try to run
True life and love they all will shun
The prologue and part one come before this...
September 553
Through the cold, pouring September rains, a tall, slender young man journeyed across Olandern. As he reached the gates of Jarel, he rapped on the wooden door of the gatehouse. It opened, revealing a man with a wrinkled face.
“What do ya want?” He snarled.
Chlorine asked the dance of Sodium,
and she obliged in her own, electronegative way.
They coursed their way over the stage of the sea,
and pirouetted atop the crests of water-dunes
that chased each other.
They danced a waltz within a crowded test tube
and kissed beneath the metal roof of a glassy shaker.
This is the way of atoms and ions,
ever since there was a thing called mass
and electrical attraction.
The man clad all in white, peering through electron glasses,
would do well to stop
and take note.