To tell someone
That you are less
Takes a lot of courage.
Now you know what Dahveed felt
When he made amends with Shaul.
Shaul must have been mortified and grateful,
That Dahveed was so close
Close enough to cut off the edge of the garment
Yet Dahveed didn't kill him.
That took courage from Dahveed,
And (I imagine) a lot of self control.
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Sunday, May 10, 2015
Reading Journal Week 34 - Heart of a Poet
Why do you want to attack Dahveed, Shaul?
Dahveed did nothing to you.
He treated you like a father.
Then why do you still go after him?
Your reasons are unclear.
Was it that servant that turned you to the dark side.
If not, then why?
Dahveed did nothing to you.
You think he's trying to steal your crown,
But he doesn't want it.
He'll be given the crown whether he likes it or not.
Even Jonathan agrees with Dahveed.
Why attack Dahveed?
Reading Journal Week 33 - Heart of a Poet
Dahveed. Oh, Dahveed.
How many woman have you married?
How many are coming,
Coming for you?
First was Sahara Michal,
Then Ahinoam,
And finally Gebirah Abigail of Carmel.
More are sure to come.
I am positive.
If only you knew,
How many your son would have.
Even you would feel appalled.
Reading Journal Week 32 - Heart of a Poet
Father Christmas
It must have been a while,
For father Christmas was in denial.
Being put away for so long.
He had to have been strong,
To come back again,
And give gifts to men.
It must have been a while,
For father Christmas was in denial.
Being put away for so long.
He had to have been strong,
To come back again,
And give gifts to men.
Sunday, April 12, 2015
Reading Journal Week 31 - Heart of a Poet
Aslan and Jesus
Who is this mysterious Aslan?
This great Lion of old.
Why does he sound like our Jesus,
Who will give riches untold.
Aslan must be the Narnia equivalent
Of God's son, Jesus.
Who is this mysterious Aslan?
This great Lion of old.
Why does he sound like our Jesus,
Who will give riches untold.
Aslan must be the Narnia equivalent
Of God's son, Jesus.
Friday, April 3, 2015
Reading Journal Week 30 - Heart of a Poet
Not Weird
The Wardrobe is open.
I'm gonna walk in.
It goes on an on.
Suddenly I'm in a forest.
This isn't weird at all.
Nope, always happens.
Not weird...
At all.
The Wardrobe is open.
I'm gonna walk in.
It goes on an on.
Suddenly I'm in a forest.
This isn't weird at all.
Nope, always happens.
Not weird...
At all.
Friday, March 20, 2015
Reading Journal Week 29 - Heart of a Poet
The Castle
The castle looms o're our story,
In all its dark glory.
Ten scores of soldiers
Guarding us like boulders.
The night, or is it day, is gloomy.
How do we pass it when it scares me?
Where is the light?
All I see is dark.
Never ending
Dark
nes
.
The castle looms o're our story,
In all its dark glory.
Ten scores of soldiers
Guarding us like boulders.
The night, or is it day, is gloomy.
How do we pass it when it scares me?
Where is the light?
All I see is dark.
Never ending
Dark
nes
.
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