Sweet Rain

 

 

 

Sweet Rain

 

Praying for the rain to stop

 

The sweet-tasting rain

 

Running down my face

 

Licking the drops from my lips

 

Half-heartedly praying

 

For the rain to stop

Your Prayers

I've never had much success working in harmony with my prayers.

So I'm working in harmony with yours, and it seems to be working.

I hate you. I love you.

I hate you.  I love you.

I hate what you’re doing to me.

I love that you’re doing it.

I hate that you are so much just like me.

My wicked soul reaches out to pull you toward me.

I love your body, your mind, your heart.

I am in love with you.

And I hate it.

Return to Slumber

Return to Slumber

(translated into English)


The boy was up in the middle of the night.
He sang and danced and skipped about.

There was a sharp knocking sound.
“Go back to bed!” spoke his father,
Who remained invisible behind the door.
The boy walked to his bed quickly.

Yet he did not get back in.
He danced again. He played. He sang with joy.

His bedroom door swung open
And in walked his loving mother.
She put down a stack of letters and left.
“Go back to bed” they all said.

After reading all of them he looked at his bed, and
Then returned to his dance, his play and his song.

The full moon at his window was suddenly obscured by
The even greater glow of an angel in flowing robes:
“Go back to bed! You are disturbing your little sister.”
“She woke me first!” objected the boy.

The angel reached a hand and touched the boy’s heart.
An ocean of understanding began to flood his room.
“I must go back to bed” he acknowledged with a whisper.
He lay down on the floor in turmoil and sadness.

The sea washed sheets of sand over him.
The waters pushed him back to sleep.

by Earl Lhwyd (writing as Nicéphore Whitehouse)

Mendalism

Learned a new word today:

Mendalism

This is a word that essentially means "un-doing vandalism".  Except that it's not just cleaning up something, such as wiping graffiti off a wall, or restoring a weather-beaten outside mural.   The key is that, just like vandalism, the act is done without permission.

It's like vandalism only with the word "mend" stuck in there.

As I understand it, the intent is good and not evil.  As opposed to vandalism, which is done with intent to harm or damage.  Mendalism is done with the purpose of doing something good.  Like "mending" something.  It's just that you don't have permission to do this. 

Two Distant Storms by Laertes Campden

Two Distant Storms

Laertes Campden

Silent flashes on the horizon
       were all that he could see
Silhouetting the mountains between them.

He was unaware of her
      Hair blown by screaming wind
          Dress soaked by cold rain
             Heart pierced by lightning.

She knew not of the
    rain upon his own face
         and heart.

This is my favorite poem right now in my life