Longings that are deep inside
Longings that hold through the night
Longings that won’t go away
Longings that, like wind, will change
Desires that take root down within
Desires that grow, increase, and live
Desires that seem to keep my mind
Desires that stay attentive eyes
Hope that stays, despite a lack
Hope that comes and goes like that
Hope that flourished here and there
Hope that none find anywhere
Truth that someday it will be
Truth that someday I’ll be free
Truth that brings a million more
Truth that rescues the hurt and poor
Monday, November 29, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Finding Rest
Call me cheesy, but I’m a sucker for poems like this.
Certainly because I’m such a hopeless romantic, but also because parts of them remind me of Jesus and how he pursues us. The one speaking in the poem sounds so hopeless, but his heart never stops longing and pursuing.
This poem is from Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. Treebeard is telling Merry and Pippin’ about their female counterparts, the Entwives, whom they haven’t seen for a VERY long time.
The Entwives left the Ents because they wanted to keep moving and cultivate other lands. They liked their gardens and wanted to wander rather than stay with the Ents. This did not stop the Ents from emploring the Entwives to stay with them, and it did not stop the Ents from searching and pursuing the Entwives.
Ent:
When Spring unfolds the beechen leaf, and sap is in the bough;
When light is on the wild-wood stream, and wind is on the brow;
When stride is long, and breath is deep, and keen the mountain-air,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is fair!
Entwife:
When Spring is come to garth and field, and corn is in the blade;
When blossom like a shining snow is on the orchard laid;
When shower and Sun upon the Earth with fragrance fill the air,
I’ll linger here, and will not come, because my land is fair.
Ent:
When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold
Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold;
When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!
Entwife:
When Summer warms the hanging fruit and burns the berry brown;
When straw is gold, and ear is white, and harvest comes to town;
When honey spills, and apple swells, though wind be in the West,
I’ll linger here beneath the Sun, because my land is best!
Ent:
When Winter comes, the winter wild that hill and wood shall slay;
When trees shall fall and starless night devour the sunless day;
When wind is in the deadly East, then in the bitter rain
I’ll look for thee, and call to thee; I’ll come to thee again!
Entwife:
When Winter comes, and singing ends; when darkness falls at last;
When broken is the barren bough, and light and labour past;
I’ll look for thee, and wait for thee, until we meet again:
Together we will take the road beneath the bitter rain!
Both:
Together we will take the road that leads into the West,
And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest.
Certainly because I’m such a hopeless romantic, but also because parts of them remind me of Jesus and how he pursues us. The one speaking in the poem sounds so hopeless, but his heart never stops longing and pursuing.
This poem is from Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. Treebeard is telling Merry and Pippin’ about their female counterparts, the Entwives, whom they haven’t seen for a VERY long time.
The Entwives left the Ents because they wanted to keep moving and cultivate other lands. They liked their gardens and wanted to wander rather than stay with the Ents. This did not stop the Ents from emploring the Entwives to stay with them, and it did not stop the Ents from searching and pursuing the Entwives.
Ent:
When Spring unfolds the beechen leaf, and sap is in the bough;
When light is on the wild-wood stream, and wind is on the brow;
When stride is long, and breath is deep, and keen the mountain-air,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is fair!
Entwife:
When Spring is come to garth and field, and corn is in the blade;
When blossom like a shining snow is on the orchard laid;
When shower and Sun upon the Earth with fragrance fill the air,
I’ll linger here, and will not come, because my land is fair.
Ent:
When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold
Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold;
When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!
Entwife:
When Summer warms the hanging fruit and burns the berry brown;
When straw is gold, and ear is white, and harvest comes to town;
When honey spills, and apple swells, though wind be in the West,
I’ll linger here beneath the Sun, because my land is best!
Ent:
When Winter comes, the winter wild that hill and wood shall slay;
When trees shall fall and starless night devour the sunless day;
When wind is in the deadly East, then in the bitter rain
I’ll look for thee, and call to thee; I’ll come to thee again!
Entwife:
When Winter comes, and singing ends; when darkness falls at last;
When broken is the barren bough, and light and labour past;
I’ll look for thee, and wait for thee, until we meet again:
Together we will take the road beneath the bitter rain!
Both:
Together we will take the road that leads into the West,
And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest.
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