Most This AMAZING Day

“i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any – lifted from the no
of all nothing – human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)”

– e.e. cummings


I absolutely love this poem — the creativity it inspires in me and the imagery it conjures up in my mind. I referenced it in a conversation with a friend a few days ago and haven’t been able to forget about it since then. Then a different friend posted it on Facebook today! As I’ve been mulling over it the past few days, I’ve thought about writing a choral work with this text. I have many ideas for it and many directions in which I could take it, and I’m sure it would be a difficult task. BUT I am up for the challenge. Should I take it? 🙂

Another reason why I love it, particularly today, is because of this most amazing day in history. There’s a reason why today is called Good Friday. NOT because it was full of smiles and sunshine and lollipops. NOT because it was happy or playful or full of blue skies. No, this day is called Good because of the wonderful, unimaginable, indescribable, sacrificial, anguishing, painful, agonizing, highest LOVE that was shown on this day by the greatest Man, the most perfect, holy, gracious, merciful, just, beautiful, and righteous Man to walk this Earth. This Man was also God — Jesus, Immanuel. On this day over 2000 years ago, though, He was not Immanuel for long. He was no longer with us, that He might accomplish for us what we could never do for ourselves. For 3 torturous days He separated Himself from us and from His Father, that we might never be separate from God again. That’s not the end of the story, though, or I would definitely not find this poem very inspiring. No, our Jesus is ALIVE today, reigning with the Father at this moment! He conquered death so that we might LIVE with Him. How marvelous is our Savior’s love for us who KNOW Him!! 😀

So this is why I love this poem. And why I want to write a beautiful, moving piece of choral music for a great choir to sing, that it might be a blessing to others and bring glory to Abba. ❤ Maybe I’m too ambitious… or maybe I have a Great God Who is within me, Whose creativity can outshine my own in a heartbeat.

This Day’s Supplication

Be within me.
Be my Guide.
Go before me,
By my side.
Whisper softly to my heart
So I may hear You and not depart
From Your ways
All of my days.

Let it be.

True Life

Patience. Tolerance. Long-suffering.
Self-conciousness. Hopefulness. Let down.
Sadness. Sorrow. Love. Struggling.
Trying to follow Jesus.
Trying to do what He says.
Trying to implement wisdom.
Blown off. Rejected. Ignored.
Disrespected. Teased. Back-stabbed.
Cold shoulder. Left out. Against me.
He said it would be like this.
He said it would be hard.
He said there would be pain AND joy.
I accept the challenge.
I surrender all.
I give up what I think is life to find True Life.
They reject You really, not me.
They are intimidated.
They don’t understand Your love and grace
to be more than rules and regulations;
Boring. Non-relatable. Apathetic.
But You are so much more.
You are Jesus, friend.
You are Spirit, with us.
You are Abba, Daddy.

SA 2012 — A Memoir

(started May 17, 2012 and finished today)

Thank You, Jesus, for this year,
Thank You for my beloved class.
We have shared our joys and fears.
These nine months have gone too fast!

Kerryn, my dear preschool reject,
You’ve been with me from day one.
God has blessed me more than I could expect;
These years have been such crazy fun!
Alex, bosom buddy, friend,
Thank you for your loyalty.
This year will not be the end
‘Cause we’re both going to NWC!
Sarah, Washington calls to you
and who am I to say something else?
I will definitely miss you, too;
Remember the trip to Wisconsin Dells?
Tabs, you bring life to any group,
especially Philosophy with DanD.
How in the world will I stay in the loop
Without you there to always inform me?
Abbey, pretty Tinker-bell princess,
I love your pens and sticker books.
Vicky, luscious golden locks,
How attractive are your sexy looks!
Kiersten, running motorcycle-fanatic,
Be careful driving in the big, wide world.
And dear Sydney, miss word-smith,
Someday your book I might hold!
Taylor, the sanity in our hurricane,
thank you for your entertainment.
Schwy, whoops, I won’t call you that again,
Though your reaction to me reveals your amusement.
Heather, dear, I always know
That with you I can be crazy and wild.
Steph, my tan cheerleader friend,
I’ll never remember you as boring or mild!
Laura, plant and environment advocate,
Your style never fails to be
New and funky, colorful and cute,
Sometimes fancy, but always unique!

As I come to the end of this poem,
I’m overcome by thankfulness
For knowing you all and loving you much;
Father God, thank You. I’ve been SO blessed!!

Magic of the Heavens

(written June 12, 2012 with editing input by H.L. Snead)

Up above the world I hang,
suspended in the air,
Peeking out the window
at all the colors there:

Checkered fields like calico cats
and floating cotton balls,
wisps of cloud like mermaid’s hair
I see from within these airplane walls.

Winding rivers and county roads
act as serpents and lazy snakes;
herds of hippos, white and soft,
vanish from their fluffy lakes.

Trees are stippled by His hand,
for this is His own magical land!

The Best

Here’s another poem from when I was little! I think this one is better than the last one personally.

The Best: to run on freshly tilled soil,
To run and fly on barefooted feet,
It lifts my spirits free of turmoil.
There’s nothing that can quite compare or compete
With the wonderful, free-spirited feeling I get:
Running and Flying and Gliding along.
So I open my eyes and then I let
My joy turn to laughter and my heart burst in song.
And as I run I feel the wind,
Streaming and blowing through my hair.
Even though I step on a pebble, I find
That I don’t even mind or care.
Instead, the birds and sun and sky
Capture my heart and mind and soul.
God’s Creation is everything but a lie:
A truth and beauty to be told.
So as I slow to stop and think,
I notice all the little things:
the cardinals, tulips, blades of grass,
All the blessings that God brings.
And as I breathe the fresh, cool air,
I thank Him for all I’ve been given:
The plants and creatures everywhere,
And I’m just happy to be living.

Stars, Wings, Angels, and Winter

Here’s a poem I found while cleaning up for Graduation! I don’t know when it’s from because I didn’t put the date on it, but I’m guessing this is probably 4th-5th grade work. I think it’s pretty cute. 🙂

My friends are stars
around my dreams,
shimmering in the sky
like gifts, glittering
bright and beautiful,
my hope and my light.

Wings on Angels
like marshmallow dreams
our bright lights glitter
white and moon-like
on trees
snow sky winter dream
stars shine in the sky

My wings are light as snowflakes
like shimmering, dancing fluff
around the trees like marshmallow stars
in the winter sky at night

My friends are angels
shimmer and shine
glitter and white
like flakes in the sky
fluff and snow
sister and hope
dream, run, fly

Bright night, cold arms,
angel wings are like
my gift of snow
marshmallow fluff
white and light
jump at outside

Snow and I
we run and play
around the bright white trees
we dance and dream
like angel sisters
light and fluffy bright

Dreams are flying angels
like shimmering, beautiful snow
As we sleep contentedly through the night
Our dreams float down on wings

Shine and bright are friends of mine,
we hope, we dance, we play,
but of the friends I have today,
I fly on hope and light.

Glitter is my sister,
she runs on shimmer stars,
and Glitter’s wings, cold and bright,
are white and shining ice.

Jump and Play are angels
like stars up in the sky
And Jump and Play are shining friends
like snowmen skipping by

November 11, 2011

I think I’m finally understanding
how this earth actually runs,
or more accurately how You plan and
Hold my life in the light of the Son.
I see Your presence in the world
and feel Your impact in my thoughts.
I stubbornly repeat the truth
so lies cannot take root in my heart.
When I feel low and painfully lonely
I no longer turn to fleshly things,
but only to the Saving One
who comforts me: my Shepherd-King!
Even if I do not feel
His presence constantly here,
I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that
Jesus never leaves; I have NO reason to fear!

October 14, 2011

I am lonely; I feel lost

like a little kid.

I’m confused. It seems I’m tossed

and bullied by the wind

of expectations, norms, and standards.

I really just want to follow You;

why does that seem so hard?

This I know is true:

That we should be in the world,

but not a part of it.

How do I reconcile this?

What does it mean to live that out?

What does it look like now for me?

I guess it looks like Jesus,

His life and sacrifice.

Abba, help me accept Your grace

so I can serve You with my life!

September 29, 2011

The war is rough,
the battle hard;
my mind is so confused.
I think that I have
overcome a lie through You,
but then I fail again.
I think that truth has
conquered the lies
at war within my heart,
but then in weakness I give in
over and over again;
am I not doing my part?
What, Abba, am I doing wrong?
I put my mind on You.
I try to focus on Your truth,
but those lies seem so huge.
It seems that I
am so messed up
for struggling, deep inside,
to believe the truth
within my soul.
Father, what am I trying to hide?
I really don’t understand myself;
my waring parts confuse me
and trouble my mind and heart
because I really want to know
and believe truth. Sometimes I
actually do, but other times like now
I wonder if I only thought
or pretended I did. How am
I supposed to know?
Abba, You’re the God of Truth;
reveal my motives and true
self to me so I can see Your
light within and finally be set free.
I know You are good and loving,
at least these truths I KNOW.
Teach me how to distinguish
my motives, heart, and
experiences from truth.
Amen, Abba, let it be.

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