The Reason for God

When we have found all the mysteries and lost all the meaning, we will be alone, on an empty shore - Septimus Hodge

Help us oh Lord
To walk your ways
To discern right from wrong
And to be disciplined in making the proper choices

Everyone has faults
And what are mine?
Self righteousness and judgment
No worse two can you find

Fortuitously right,
I damn the wrong
When it is not even in 'good'
That I truly belong

Quick to cement the mind
And draw hasty conclusions
Never giving them a chance
To alter these assumptions

Woolen ball

Matters of the heart are like wools entwined
Spherical and complex, with intricate binds
Yet start nor end, nowhere will you find
Such that its creation, you cannot rewind

Worse still when it is of a kaleidoscopic hue
When many different threads have been somehow imbued
Separate lines that confuse, that weaken and distort
Such that it soon disintegrates and comes to nought

Struggling

Well I am not, for in strife I am wrought
In the struggle of wants and needs I am painfully caught
In the former there is me and in the latter, Him
Thoughts and desires furiously teem

To whom can I look to, for guidance and understanding
When no one knows this hell that I'm living
God seems so quiet and so far away
Friends' responses so predictable, that I turn away

Everyday I wake with my being in turmoil
My mind yearns for Him but my heart is soiled
God, when will my love for you not simmer but boil
That my life will evolve into a meaningful toil

Please be magnified O God and live again in me
Let this treachery of mine cease to be
That you may fill me with an everlasting light
One that never fades or flickers, but ever bright

Please God, flood me and drown me with your presence and love
Let me willingly and joyfully, in your courts serve
Intercede for me, in the gap between the living and the dead
That new conviction and meaning will from hereon be made

Plankton

If I lived my life according to what I want
It will be a supercharged dose of awesome fun
Many more things, then, I could have thought and done
Nowhere will be barred, all places I shall run!

If I lived my life according to what I want
There will only be yeses and no more can'ts
But there's a catch, as there always will be
When I live a life that I live just for me

—————
The moon seems so detached from the world below
Yet without its force, the seas won't flow
Without the currents, there can be no life
And without any life, death will be rife

like the tiniest plankton in the deepest sea
Insignificant I am, compared to He
A faraway orb that glimmers divinely
Whose presence is the sole reason that there's a 'me'

But I am not just a plankton, but so much more
I cannot simply live, and ignore His call
My life must not be meaningless, for I owe so much
It's only right to be accountable for him to Judge

Les Mis

“To love another person is to see the face of God.”

-Jean Val Jean

Probably the most meaningful line in the play, if meaningful at all, it's meaning is as of now still lost to me, if anything, it proves that ' and the greatest of these is love'.

Edit by Cz
And it means that God is Love

Cycle of sin

First comes the sin, sucking me in
The cycle starts, back where I've been
A small mistake, or a decadent choice
Upon me, a burden foists

Then comes the conscience, kicking me in
Telling me I'm wrong (it's always so mean)
And following it the dawning realization
That my actions will bring along condemnation

And the misery will follow, breaking me in
Whispering that Christ is no longer my king
That I've lost His favor, and everything good
Upon my darkness, alone, I must brood

And then I'm convinced that further sin won't hurt
After all, how can i fall lower, now that I'm dirt?
And the cycle self perpetuates, it spins in a fury
Leading me, inevitably, away from His glory

John Donne

Death be not proud, though some have callèd thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better than thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more, death, thou shalt die.

Further up and Further In

In the last chapter of the final book of the Chronicles of Narnia, I've always been puzzled by the repeated vigor in which Farsight the unicorn exhorts, 'Further up and further in' to Edmund and company as they find themselves in a new country resembling heaven. Though details of the chronicles and the exact ending has since slipped from me, these words have remained with me and i have thought often about them.

"Don't stop, farther up and farther in! Take it in your stride".

Of late, it has become clear to me that this was CS Lewis's way of encouraging believers to never settle in their faith, to always aspire to go higher and deeper in their pursuit of God and their walk with faith. An invaluable lesson that, fleshed out on my own, i will keep for life.

Philippians 2:14-16

Do everything without complaining or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a crooked and depraved generation, in which you shine like stars in the universe as you hold out the word of life—in order that I may boast on the day of Christ that I did not run or labour for nothing.

Cz - new dawn

A new dawn brings with it strange delight
Everything glimmers in the morning light
Yet darkness did lurk in the depths of my heart
And all is stained with its pervasive mark

Notting hill

I am just a girl standing in front of a boy
Asking him to love her

Lolita

Lolita
Light of my life
Fire in my loins
my sin
my soul
Lolita

the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth
Lolita

Shakespeare

OTHELLO

Othello

Never, Iago. Like to the Pontic sea,

Whose icy current and compulsive course

Ne'er keeps retiring ebb but keeps due on

To the Propontic and the Hellespont,

Even so my bloody thoughts with violent pace

Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love

Till that a capable and wide revenge

Swallow them up. Now, by yon marble heaven,

In the due reverence of a sacred vow

I here engage my words. (he kneels) 

 

Iago

    Do not rise yet.

Witness, you ever-burning lights above,

You elements that clip us round about,

Witness that here Iago doth give up

The execution of his wit, hands, heart,

To wronged Othello’s service. Let him command,

And to obey shall be in me remorse,

What bloody business ever.

SONNET 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Lord Alfred Tennyson

Ulysses

Though much is taken, much abides; and thoughWe are not now that strength which in old daysMoved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,One equal temper of heroic hearts,Made weak by time and fate, but strong in willTo strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. 

Perks of being a wallflower

~we accept the love we think we deserve

Robert Frost

Nothing Gold can stay
Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice. 

"Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired" 

"A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age."