Sleep Song for My Girls

I love poetry, just like I love the lyrics of a good song.  Tonight while I was reading some poems, I stumbled on this sweet poetic reminder of my two little girls (not so little any more?).  This poem is called "Sleep Song" and it is written by Ephemera.  I tweaked the ending just a bit to work for both of my "girls".

sleep song

by ephemera

Bedtime, little moonbeam.
See the stars? They're sleepy, too—
all blinky-eyed and snuggled in
like you need to do;

but the very, very moment
that you drift off into slumber,
the whole world sighs and smiles
at you, its dreaming little wonder,

and the bunnies in their hutches
and the sparrows in their nests,
they sleep, too, my little moon,
all fuzzy, warm and blessed

to have spent another perfect day
with perfect girls like you.
Now tomorrow waits to meet you,
and I'll be waiting, too.

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The Thief

Brook Fraser has an amazing, poetic way with the lyrics in her songs.  Recently I listened to a couple of her albums and read the words as she sung.  I love her style and the deep meanings in her lyrics.

In this song I love the lines...

"It is as if, 

I knew you before we spoke

Do our hearts know something we don't?

Conspiring, converging without giving us any say"

and the lines...

"You're ruining me

With secrets and gestures and looks.

With sonnets from second-hand books

Playing the chords in me, nobody knew how to play"

Love it.. good stuff! :-)

Holding My Heart Out

Love, where is your fire?

by Brooke Fraser

Love, where is your fire?

I've been sitting here smoking away.

Making signals with sticks

and odd ends and bits, 

but still there's no sign of a flame.

Imposters have been passing,

offering a good-feeling glow.

But I'm holding out 

for what you are about

an inferno that burns to the bone.

Some urge me to be temperate.

Lukewarm will never do.

Cause I wanna blaze with you.

So I'm holding my heart out to you.

So I stand handing out torches,

speaking words that are lamps to their feet.

Till the time when you come

and I'm whole and we're one and

the fire in me is complete.

Then a doubt comes to lie

at the back of my mind

That I'll offer you me

and you'll politely decline.

So I hasten to mute it.

I'll shout and rebuke it "away!"

Cause I know I'll blaze with you.

Cause I'm holding my heart out to you.

He Woos

Woo...

     a) to seek the affection, favour or love of.
     b) to seek after zealously or hopefully.
     c) to court, to invite, to seek."

God has been wooing my heart all day long. He's been drawing me closer through words, verses, songs, and favor.  When I woke up, I could immediately feel His presence and felt Him saying "I miss you"  and "I'm with you".  I've been here before, and I knew that it was going to be a precious day.  I began seeking Him by praying while taking a shower, and calling out His name.  I could sense the heart of my Father drawing near.  His presence continued to beckon me throughout my day and I'm finally beginning the climb out of the heaviness that has been on my heart lately. His Grace empowers and His Love Never Fails.

He's relentless.  
     He pursues me.  
          He engulfs me.  
               He overwhelms me.
                    He chases.

He goes before me.
     He walks beside.
          His glory is my rear guard.
               He covers me.
                   He lifts and secures my step


He never gives up.  
     He comes like He promises.  
          He pours out His Spirit.  
               There's always more.  
                    There's always more.


He's unending.
     He opens up the heavens.
          He rains down.
               He reaches farther and farther.
                    And then He does it again.

How Long

how long
can i lament
with this depressed
heart and soul

how long
can i remain
a sad autumn
ever since my grief
has shed my leaves

the entire space
of my soul
is burning in agony

how long can i
hide the flames
wanting to rise
out of this fire

how long can one suffer
the pain of hatred
of another human
a friend behaving like an enemy

with a broken heart
how much more
can i take the message
from body to soul

i believe in love
i swear by love
believe me my love

how long
like a prisoner of grief
can i beg for mercy

you know i'm not
a piece of rock or steel
but hearing my story
even water will become
as tense as a stone

if i can only recount
the story of my life
right out of my body
flames will grow.

  

--by Poet Jalal ed-Din Rumi (1207-1273)