A Bit of a Poem

I have always wanted to be a poet. Not the kind that makes a living from writing poetry, that is too daunting a thought. But a small poet, who writes things that please her and that she can share with her corner of the world. Well, friends, this is finally going to happen. I have signed up for Camp NaNoWriMo in July, and I plan to create a collection of my own poetry. Here is my first poem, the title poem.

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These Words Are Not Enough

These words are not enough to quell your pain and calm your fears.

These words cannot dissuade your heart from bursting into tears.

We know the secret soul may cry though outer self is dry.

 

These words, you hope, will feed your soul and soothe your troubled breast.

These words are trinkets, baubles, jewels that cannot give you rest.

Both soul and body must be fed or else the man is dead.

 

These words are tools you wield to wage your wars or nurture peace.

These words give names to hopes and fears when they begin or cease.

I beg choose carefully a word and by whom it is heard.

A Lovely Night

In the Rogers and Hammerstein musical, “Cinderella,” the leading lady sings a song about how wonderful the ball was. Of course, she can’t let her stepmother and sisters know that she really went, so she sings as if she were imagining what happened. How clever of her.

I had a lovely night of my own. Unlike Cinderella, it did not involve meeting Prince Charming, but I can live with that. This evening I had the pleasure of good music. I still live near my Alma Mater, and the choir that I was a part of for 2 years performed Dan Forrest’s Requiem for  the Living. Dan Forrest is a genius, and I was privileged to study theory under him a few years ago. To hear his music come alive was an uplifting experience. I love requiems. The last few years have seen a lot of deaths in my family, and it can be so hard to grieve and to let go. A requiem lets you do that: “Grant them peace, Lord, and may eternal light shine on them.” But so many requiems focus only on the pain of loss. Forrest’s acknowledges the misery of separation, but focuses on the fact that we do not need to despair. God is a good God who in the end does give rest. But to be attain this rest you have to admit that you cannot find it yourself. Only God can give true peace.