Wednesday Writings – 12.12.12.

Hi Everyone,

Welcome to Wednesday Writings on this most auspicious day! lolz Just think, on 12.21.12, it will all be over! hahaha If only the Mayans are correct, then that will save me a lot of money that would go to buying Christmas presents 😛

Today’s poem was inspired during the Ramadan season when I was living in North Africa. During this time, there’s a special night called “Night of Power” or “Night of Destiny”. Basically, during this night, your prayers count more than usual. As the people around me stayed longer in the mosques and devoted themselves to prayer, it gave me time to also think and meditate. This is the result. Hope you enjoy it!

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Night of Destiny

Darkness, light withheld, solitude
The road so isolated, the path so obscure
Trusting that He has called you, the calling so loud and clear
Only His voice reassures you, comforts you, calms you

The voices within scream so loudly
Humiliation, rejection, threats of failure
The fear so strong, the doubts so sure
There’s no way that you can get out unscathed

Then the beatings begin
Words that inspire confusion, acts that inspire destruction
Quenching the hope, obliterating the dream
Only the Accuser comes at you, laughs at you, throws distractions at you

Darkness, light withheld, solitude
The road so isolated, the path so obscure
Forgetting that He has called you, the calling so faint to hear
His voice so far away, far away, far away

Light, darkness withheld, joy
The cloud of witnesses, the narrow road so obvious
Answering the call, the call implanted in the soul within
His Words leaping in our heart, a response to its Maker

The Accuser accused
The Accuser displayed
The Accuser accursed
The Accuser defeated

If the Answer is so true, why do my feelings feel that it is false?
If I know the Outcome of the situation, why do I live in fear?
If the Accuser is defeated, why do I live in defeat?
If I know the Son has set me free, why do I still live in bondage?

The moon, the glorious orb, the night
In its light, radiant light, solemnity envelops me
In the coolness, He breathes new life
For this night, it is the night

This night, this night, this glorious night
Destiny reveals its purpose

Night of Destiny pt. II

The thunder rages
The lightning strikes
The rain pours
Could this be divine sorrow?

How the heathens rage
How the kings conspire
How the people rebel
Yet, the rain falls on the just and the unjust

Your love extended
Your grace freely given
Your mercy pourèd
How long will they grieve your heart?

Sing to me of the plans that You have
Sing to me of the purpose that You have
Sing to me of Your unfailing love
Sing, lest my soul loses all hope

God of all nations, hear my cry
God of the Gentiles, I call unto Thee
God of the Chosen Nation, see this nation’s plight
May You draw us near, nearer to God, to Thee

The thunder rages
The lightning strikes
The rain pours
But it is You, Who calms the storm

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Wednesday Writings – Dec. 5, 2012

Welcome to this week’s edition of Wednesday Writings!

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Background story about this poem: I wrote it awhile ago. It was inspired while I was on vacation. Sometimes, we need time to get away for the creative juices to start flowing. In terms of inspiration, Greek mythology ranks second only to Christianity as a constant theme in my writings. I have always been fascinated by the gods and goddesses with their capricious whims and avaricious desire for power. Supernatural creatures with unfathomable strength or special abilities. This poem is my personal reflection on our fragile human nature.

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Credit image: Ulysses and the Sirens, J.W. Waterhouse, 1891, Oil on canvas

Portrait of a human

Riding the waves of this ocean called life
I am lured by the Sirens’ beckoning call
Slowly but surely, I find myself moved
Ever closer to their rocky shores.

Come and see, such pleasures for thee
Come and live out your wildest dreams
Come, for I can fulfill your every fantasy
Come, take hold of me, for I am truly Yours.

Logic escapes me, when faced with such a temptress
Reason flees, my mind lay bare naked
No matter how hard I tell my feet to escape
Step by step, they bring me closer to my fate.

If I then shall give myself wholly
What names shall I say, of those who bested me?
They looked at each other, faces confused
“Poor mortal,” they said, “have you really no clue?”

We are called by many names, but nothing changes
Time and time again, our wares render you helpless
Though warnings and alarms about us may abound
No human is immune, even the pious are defenseless.

We three, the unholy trinity of yore
Will ever devour you to your very soul
Mortal tongues cannot begin to describe us three
Money, sex and power – your names for we.

Suddenly, mine eyes began to see
It was as if a veil was lifted, their true forms they revealed
The lustrous hair, the luscious lips, the virgin smiles were but a mask
What was hidden underneath, too ghastly for any man.

I cowered in a corner, what destructive monstrosity!
There are no words to describe the fear, my heart rapidly beating
For there it was, I could not deny
Their faces unmasked – their faces were me.