I have decided to move onto something different for my blog.

You can now follow me here:

http://syniad.wordpress.com


Hopefully, it will grow along with my creativity.

Thanks Livejournal.

The end of NaPoMo for this year.

My mom gave me a love for words. She taught how to play with them. She's been gone a year on Monday. I miss her. 

So to remember her, I varied from the traditional format a tad.

Grace and peace be with you...

swarthy observer 
aloof, judges man's follies 
chuckles, glides away 

This is way too much fun. Thanks for the indulgence.

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perched in arrogance 
holding court, glares cleave flesh, soul 
picking scabs at whim 

Caught up from missing yesterday. Now to think of what my dark friends are doing next...

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sinister quorum  
onyx orbs feign repentance  
while coy smiles cajole  

More poems about crows.

I could get used to this.

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obnoxious dark prince
preaches mischief, call to arms
murder of fellows

Inspired by my friend/mentor Goat.

She challenges me to write poetry and she says, "Here, I will give you a subject -- write about crows."

Here you go.

I thought about stealing a picture from her blog. That would have been the apropos, "crowish" thing to do.

atomic bonds sing
protests against entropy
ache for the return

Inspired by Habakkuk 2:1-4

All of creation is designed to reflect back the truth and beauty of the Creator.

But it is fundamentally broken due to sin and it is in a cosmic tailspin, degrading to chaos.

There is a universal longing for the restoration of order and for things to be as they should.

There will be a day... 

death's grapple broken  
empty tomb -- life's full promise  
words take on new flesh   

He is risen.

He is risen indeed.

It indeed happened. They saw it with their own eyes. Just like He said. That means other things that He said were true or were going to come true.

I think it still didn't truly sink in though. Just like yesterday's question in the misery was, "What now?", I think their question today in the joy and amazement was, "What now?"

It's a question about direction and obedience.

But it is framed by who sits on the throne at the center of the universe.

Myself or the Creator of said universe?

Darkness or Light?

It is a question that ultimately gets asked of us everyday. But hopefully we look to the Resurrection for clues as to the appropriate answer which will lead to life to its fullest.

silent chaos spills  
dark torrents flood hopes, drown dreams  
ripples quiet grief  

A day filled with silence. Three years of promises, hopes, dreams, challenges, lessons, and miracles undone in a day.

The silent chaotic void hangs for a moment when it all comes flooding back.

The doubts, worries, fears, and questions churn and build upon each other until the fugue resounds with, "What now?"

After the last echo fades, the silence offers a meager solace as the day ends.

wood arms hold up flesh  
shudder - earth, sky shriek protests  
humanity's worst  

Good Friday.

If we are truly honest, there is nothing good about it. The only reason we call it good is because we have the benefit of hindsight being 20/20.

We look to Good Friday as the precursor of the Easter Weekend and roll it into the joy of the Resurrection. It becomes a sort of tailgate party prior to the Big Game. We know how the story ends, and it's okay, so let's party now.

I think that sometimes since we know what happens on Sunday, we gloss over what happened on Friday. We don't let it sink in and affect us.