In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?

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Ache


There is the sign of it, earth has its mar
There's no denying it: sin's left a scar
There is a heaviness in hearts aware
The dark's not your eyelids. It's really there.

But since we are founded far deeper than life
We don't simply hold on, but see through the strife
There is the heart of it, deep in the earth
Just where we looked for it: beauty and mirth

God is the source of it--beauty so true
Thankful for all of it; much that we knew
Now as we look at it, loveliness aches
Glimpses of Him in it, homesickness takes

This kind of heaviness I can endure
Head on His sturdiness, I am secure
Heaven is home for me, longing is good
Trust that He'll take me there just when He should

Head on my knees tonight, heart resting deep
Sorrow and loveliness both make me weep
Arms clasp around His truth; aching is best.
It makes me fall on Him, then I will rest

Knees on the fragrant earth, eyes on the sky
This is the land that we use till we die
Look for the mirrors of  heaven above
Ache for Him, rest in Him, Savior of love.

written by myself, Olivia, in the spring of 2011

3 comments:

Melissa said...

So beautiful, Livi! Thank you!

Grammins said...

Olivia Grace...once again your words pierce my heart and bless my spirit.....I love you.

Julian said...

Beautifully written! Love it! Christina