Foolish Games

Storm

Hi everyone... (or noone, as the case may be). I know I have been 'quiet' for a while now. I suppose it is in part because of that dreaded bane of these modern times - busyness... or is it busi-ness?

I once was a more contemplative person, a person who would think a lot, reflect upon things, and interpret life in rather obscure and oddball fashion. Now, it seems, I just 'do stuff'... and end up being too tired or weary to contemplate, reflect and think too much about things. I used to be accused of thinking too much... now I fear that I think too little.

Well, what can one expect when one gets old huh? haha.... I guess I am not senile yet. More and more I get the sense that not much makes sense in this life. That is, except that which is eternal and heavenly. *sigh* so many distractions... how I yearn for heaven.

Anyway, excuse the rambling of this tired old man =P

Here's something I wrote whilst thinking about summer storms:

Azure blue skies, a window unto the sun
Light drenched earth in submission
All is well in the world
My heart light and filled with joy

Oppressive heat, prisoner to the still air
Humid and sticky bodies captive
Tension disturbs my rest
Shadows hide upon the edge of sight

Cavernous thunder, bearing down upon ears
Lightning laced skies trace the horizon
The storm comes, first strike
My heart crumbles beneath the blow

Frenetic rain, cascading down slick pathways
Rapid drumbeats mute other sounds
All peace is shattered
Seemingly forever, has light ever reigned?

Deep midnight skies, a window unto the stars
A silver haze bathes portends the dream
Blessed respite at last
My soul yearns in hope

posted by Son @ 17:21