When confusion prevails upon the mind
In silent unspoken torture
It is in those times that I find
The meaning of life and the cloudy future.
Don't ask me what my mind will tell me
For the words it speaks have no language.
It is in these moments of revelation that I am free.
There is no other way to feel so languid.
If life could be written down
We would have nowhere to go from here.
We always need the explanation in a sound.
What's left to be found? Does our need to know stem from fear?
Perhaps we should blow our questions to the air
And let Why dwindle and let no answer be declared.
Thursday, February 8, 2007
On the Mind
A sonnet, by Charity Stratford
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Wow. That is poetic! And what truth!
ReplyDeleteIt is cool when God comes along and says "here look at this", this explains why "this" happened. I like it that he humors us in "showing us" something like that. Gives me the goose bumps.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could say I wrote it. I hope it doesn't look like I've been beating her over the head with my ideas. Honestly, I don't know where this came from.
ReplyDelete[Charity is our almost 18 year old daughter.]
I honestly think she has experienced a lot of what she wrote first hand. Of course, she has been listening to you, but that's not all bad :) I think she values how God has worked in you alot.
ReplyDeleteOur daughter is so very much a product of you. The beauty of the Lord comes forth so pronounced, by showing her mother how much of her father is in her.
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