C.S. Lewis Quotes
1.
We are like blocks of stone
out of which the sculptor carves
the forms of man.
The blows of his chisel
that hurt so much
are what make us perfect.
2.
The most intense joy lies not in the having
but in the desiring
delight that never fades.
The bliss that is eternal
is only yours
when what you most desire
is just out of reach.
3.
We love to know we're not alone.
Why love if losing hurts so much?
Sunday, March 1, 2009
09-1994
Forget how I loved you
Forget how I cared.
The past is a memory
An ever fading picture
-The present affords.
1994
The years cast shadows
On your face
A number attempts
To reveal your wisdom
I see the truth
Your mouth distorts
01-1994
No time to feel
No time for tears
Suffocated in schedules
Who am I?
Why am I here?
08-1995
This rock begets life
In the Lily’s
That spew
From the cracks
In the rock
Beneath which
My brother lay.
11-1995
I chant crack
Behind my smile
Dark my soul
As the clouds
Outside my
Stain glass window
I cry in my room
At night
Quietly as a whisper
From a child
Hiding from whom
May hear
So I may not have to explain
Why
To those I now
Live among
12-1995
Your echo is as real
As the day you smiled
And waved goodbye
The same as the day
You died
Spring 1995
You cannot see
These walls
That keeps me
From calling your name
As you pass by.
02-1996
Is the mad vein
That generations
Have cast upon me
Visible?
Or,
Do only I succumb
To the urges
On occasion
What sanity
Can I relinquish
For only a moments peace
Inside my soul.
11-1998
I hold you close
to me
Intent on driving
your scent into
my memory
Yet find sorrow
has overtaken me
I let go
growing numb
from the loss
I have yet
to share
with you
12-1998
They do not know
the cross I bear
They cannot see
beyond the flesh
inside my soul
wretched at times
So I must write
that my soul may breath
without which
is suffocating
Like birth pains
I groan and sob
why must my soul
be seasoned
for a meal I cannot
attend
Forget how I loved you
Forget how I cared.
The past is a memory
An ever fading picture
-The present affords.
1994
The years cast shadows
On your face
A number attempts
To reveal your wisdom
I see the truth
Your mouth distorts
01-1994
No time to feel
No time for tears
Suffocated in schedules
Who am I?
Why am I here?
08-1995
This rock begets life
In the Lily’s
That spew
From the cracks
In the rock
Beneath which
My brother lay.
11-1995
I chant crack
Behind my smile
Dark my soul
As the clouds
Outside my
Stain glass window
I cry in my room
At night
Quietly as a whisper
From a child
Hiding from whom
May hear
So I may not have to explain
Why
To those I now
Live among
12-1995
Your echo is as real
As the day you smiled
And waved goodbye
The same as the day
You died
Spring 1995
You cannot see
These walls
That keeps me
From calling your name
As you pass by.
02-1996
Is the mad vein
That generations
Have cast upon me
Visible?
Or,
Do only I succumb
To the urges
On occasion
What sanity
Can I relinquish
For only a moments peace
Inside my soul.
11-1998
I hold you close
to me
Intent on driving
your scent into
my memory
Yet find sorrow
has overtaken me
I let go
growing numb
from the loss
I have yet
to share
with you
12-1998
They do not know
the cross I bear
They cannot see
beyond the flesh
inside my soul
wretched at times
So I must write
that my soul may breath
without which
is suffocating
Like birth pains
I groan and sob
why must my soul
be seasoned
for a meal I cannot
attend
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