I feel it deep within me
(a restless stirring)
A new season is going to begin.
(raise your glass)
Lessons have been learned.
(pain has been suffered)
Have a drink with me.
(let us rejoice for the darkness has faded)
Light has finally come.
(It's here that poverbial light at the end of the runnel)
Here we go, strap in, the ride's about to begin.
-Copyright Adrienne Goetz
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Reminded
I was reminded today of the sounds of the battlefield that I am on. Reminded that its a battle, that all of this life is. That we live in a world between realities, that D day has already happened so to speak. It happened on the day that Jesus died. Evil choked on its own venom and lost the war. Now, now we fight for the day when we will see victory, we fight to save all of the souls that have yet to hear of the gospel, the one of redemption.
I've been walking through the dark valley
( Doubt, Fear, pain, loneliness, abandonment)
The sun broke through the walls towering above me
(I squinted into the sun and felt its warmth on my face)
I lost my faith in myself, in the one I believed in.
(Set aside my sword, forgot what I was fighting for)
Found a stream as i emerged, bathed, and sat.
( Took time to heal, after watching the world crumble around me)
My dreams left me in that time. My fears prevailed
(Watch the world crumble. Watch those I love suffer)
I cut myself, walked away from my battle, my calling.
(I got caught up in civilian affairs.)
Convinced myself I could be happy without you, my soul mate.
(Lived a lie. Until one day, I heard the sounds of the battlefield)
Felt the fire burning deep within my bones, deep within my soul.
(Could feel the sword in my hand, that had become apart of me.)
I felt the fire deep within reflect in my eyes, felt my hands burn
(Felt myself change as you touched my chest, a vision a dream?)
Barely missed the arrow that skimmed my heart.
(what did they aim for when they missed my heart?)
Let out a snarl and threw myself back into the fray.
There you were, as my sword clashed against anothers.
(I felt your hand reach out, I shattered as light exploded my body)
I remembered, I remembered who I was and I became alive again.
This is my calling, this is my battle.
-Copyright Amoryn Shaddai 2011
I've been walking through the dark valley
( Doubt, Fear, pain, loneliness, abandonment)
The sun broke through the walls towering above me
(I squinted into the sun and felt its warmth on my face)
I lost my faith in myself, in the one I believed in.
(Set aside my sword, forgot what I was fighting for)
Found a stream as i emerged, bathed, and sat.
( Took time to heal, after watching the world crumble around me)
My dreams left me in that time. My fears prevailed
(Watch the world crumble. Watch those I love suffer)
I cut myself, walked away from my battle, my calling.
(I got caught up in civilian affairs.)
Convinced myself I could be happy without you, my soul mate.
(Lived a lie. Until one day, I heard the sounds of the battlefield)
Felt the fire burning deep within my bones, deep within my soul.
(Could feel the sword in my hand, that had become apart of me.)
I felt the fire deep within reflect in my eyes, felt my hands burn
(Felt myself change as you touched my chest, a vision a dream?)
Barely missed the arrow that skimmed my heart.
(what did they aim for when they missed my heart?)
Let out a snarl and threw myself back into the fray.
There you were, as my sword clashed against anothers.
(I felt your hand reach out, I shattered as light exploded my body)
I remembered, I remembered who I was and I became alive again.
This is my calling, this is my battle.
-Copyright Amoryn Shaddai 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Searching for Neverland.
I wrote a I dunno caption a few years ago called Searching For Neverland. it contained a pciture of my favorite shoes at the time (my toe shoes) and a wonderful dicotamous outlook of searching for Neverland.
I've never been much of a blogger, but there are times in my life when I am and this seems to be one of them. I think often you'll find my blog on my photo journal rather than on an actualy blog, but for soem reason I just feel the need to throw up on a page and get it over with. It will help me process, help my pray and hopefully make like a tiny bit less complicated.
I've always been the type of person that sees something that she wants and goes after it, and for once in my life I find that all around me has turned to dust. I feel like I've worked so hard for the things I've always wanted in my life and there they are in a pile of dust over in the corner and I'm left in that place of wondering what will happen now. I'm left wondering what tomorrow will bring and how life will work it out and play its game with me.
Really when it comes down to it, I feel like a grown up in Peter Pan. Its like transitioning out of that 'lost boy stage' where you can feel and almost smell neverland but your nose is cut off because of maturity, and your eyes grow old and weak with age. Depressing I know, but I feel like I've lost that Neverland hope. i grew up, I'm the adult, its all just imagination now.
Once upon a time, every now and again, I can still see the shores of neverland and my heart aches to go back to that place. To go back to the place where I 'get it right'. To go back to that place of being at peace, to go back to that place of the only worry of the day being whether or not I'll get in a foodfight or walk on the beach.
Our busyness clouds our vision of the important things in life, and I long to find those important things again. So lift your glass, heres to the constant restless heart search for Neverland, or if you want to use the adult word, Peace, rest, life, hope.
One last thought, what titles in your life are important to you? The ones the outside world gives you? Director, doctor, lawyer, coordinator.. I dunno whatever your title is. Or are the titles that are important the ones that those you love give you. Titles like daughter, son, lover, wife, husband, mom, dad.. whats important to you?
I've never been much of a blogger, but there are times in my life when I am and this seems to be one of them. I think often you'll find my blog on my photo journal rather than on an actualy blog, but for soem reason I just feel the need to throw up on a page and get it over with. It will help me process, help my pray and hopefully make like a tiny bit less complicated.
I've always been the type of person that sees something that she wants and goes after it, and for once in my life I find that all around me has turned to dust. I feel like I've worked so hard for the things I've always wanted in my life and there they are in a pile of dust over in the corner and I'm left in that place of wondering what will happen now. I'm left wondering what tomorrow will bring and how life will work it out and play its game with me.
Really when it comes down to it, I feel like a grown up in Peter Pan. Its like transitioning out of that 'lost boy stage' where you can feel and almost smell neverland but your nose is cut off because of maturity, and your eyes grow old and weak with age. Depressing I know, but I feel like I've lost that Neverland hope. i grew up, I'm the adult, its all just imagination now.
Once upon a time, every now and again, I can still see the shores of neverland and my heart aches to go back to that place. To go back to the place where I 'get it right'. To go back to that place of being at peace, to go back to that place of the only worry of the day being whether or not I'll get in a foodfight or walk on the beach.
Our busyness clouds our vision of the important things in life, and I long to find those important things again. So lift your glass, heres to the constant restless heart search for Neverland, or if you want to use the adult word, Peace, rest, life, hope.
One last thought, what titles in your life are important to you? The ones the outside world gives you? Director, doctor, lawyer, coordinator.. I dunno whatever your title is. Or are the titles that are important the ones that those you love give you. Titles like daughter, son, lover, wife, husband, mom, dad.. whats important to you?
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