Poetry

It's amazing what you find in your loft. While clearing it out during our moving-of-house, I stumbled across something I wrote just after one of my A-level maths exams. It's a paragraph on poetry, of all things. It's a fairly accurate description of how I view poetry; see what you think :)

'Poetry is a way of expressing youself. A means by which you can utter the very inner cry of your soul, and not utter a word. A vehicle for the mind, a silent song. A poem has no tune, yet is memorable because it is tuneful to the soul; an orchestra of words, the music of message and a conductor of inner being all combine. These combine to produce a symphony of enrapture, intrigue and originality. A delight to the mind and a seasoning to the soul.'

Please pray that God would continue to take the words I write and use them for HIS glory :)

Tim :)

TITLES & THEMES

Yes people, I desperately need titles and themes for my poems. 'Why??' I hear you call, well it's simply because I need to have a title or theme to write on and on the whole, I lack these.

So, please comment this post when ever you have an idea, even a vague one.

Much appreciated!!

Tim :)

The London Bombings

I have to admit that I approached the writing of this poem with much trepidation, as it's based around the horrific bombing that took place 2 weeks ago Thursday in London. Part of me leaped for joy when Cat mentioned the idea to me 2 days ago over MSN, showing others the hope amidst the darkness. Part of me was very daunted indeed. But here I sit at 11.56 pm having just written this poem under God's inspiration. A title has been suggested, which I'm going with: 'one' Thanks :)

One

'Stare into a starlit sky and wonder why
God would choose to let us live if we must die.
One day of terror tears our hearts
with loved ones, now a world apart.
So many things bombard my mind,
But then I realise;
That there’s one mind that sees all this
And says we’re not just passer’s-by.

One hand, which guides us to his peace
No matter storms that we shall brave.
One heart of love, ne’er bound to cease
A love that never took, but freely gave.
One man that stood upon a cross
That we might see the Father’s face.
One Father sees us; broken, lost,
And brings us whole into his place.

One plan that leads us to his cross
That we may share in his new life
One plan that shows us what is worth
When all we see is strife.
One love that speaks as others can’t,
When all our love collapses, dead
One hand that guides us to the light
And breaks us from our dark of dread
One rock we can depend upon
Despite this world’s tempestuous times
One way that we can walk in hope
Amidst horrific man-based crime.

One truth that we can hold up high
And stand against this world of hate
One hope that we can stand upon
Before our time’s too late.

So, though these question rack my mind
I know at last I understand;
That though our paths are woven tight
With sorrow joining joy in hand,
Our walks are ones of trust and faith
All this we know is in his plan.
And that is where we stock our hope
In Christ’s eternal plan.'

Back from the depths of somewhere...

Hello all

Am mucho sorry I haven't been at my blog for an aweful long while. I am about to embark upon writing a new poem, inspired by one Cat Hare of Surrey Uni, so watch this space!!

In the mean time, stay strong in Christ all my brothers and sisters in Christ. May he continue to be your rock in stormy times, light in the dark; ever forgetting the hope we have in him. Hallelujah!!!

:)