At Thy Feet....
There is a place beyond this world
Where the chains of our past don't weigh us down
Where we have every confidence and knowledge and wisdom
Where the imperfect passes away
But that world is for later
The imperfect is for today...
.....
Through cracks and scars I see thee
Thy light doth draw me near
Beneath thy mask and armour
Searcheth I thy warrior's heart.
Fear prevail not; indeed courage grasp thee firm
For amid faith and into naught, the true doth trod
Thy sword and shield upon thee
The heart of a lion strong within thy breast
And thus pray I, peace be thy treasure
And quiet reflection thy luxure
Thine am I
Yet and On...
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
HOPE
In the face of doubt, faith is the irrational hope that the unseen really does exist.
Rationality is intellect taking over when you start to doubt your intelligence and intuition.
Intuition is the perceptive feeling that sparks imagination.
Imagination is hope transforming into reality.
Reality is perspective and perceptive.
Perceptive knowledge is unshakeable belief.
Proverbs 9:10 The fear of YAH is the beginning of wisdom: and the knowledge of the holy is understanding.
Psalm 119:73 Thy hands have made me and fashioned me: give me understanding, that I may learn thy commandments.
In the face of doubt, faith is the irrational hope that the unseen really does exist.
Rationality is intellect taking over when you start to doubt your intelligence and intuition.
Intuition is the perceptive feeling that sparks imagination.
Imagination is hope transforming into reality.
Reality is perspective and perceptive.
Perceptive knowledge is unshakeable belief.
Proverbs 9:10 The fear of YAH is the beginning of wisdom: and the knowledge of the holy is understanding.
Psalm 119:73 Thy hands have made me and fashioned me: give me understanding, that I may learn thy commandments.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
BREAD MAKER COMMITS SUICIDE
After being expected to produce bread several times a week for the last 2 years, the bread maker formerly residing atthe home of Arwen North threw itself off the counter last night in an apparent attempt to hang itself from its electrical cord. It appears that when the cord could not hold the weight of the whole machine, the machine crashed to the floor causing irrepairable damage to itself and its contents. Witnesses say that ensuing crash was loud enough to wake all the members of the household around 11:30pm... sending two of them into the kitchen to find out what had happened. Damage from the successful suicide included separation of the lid and machine, horrible disfiguration of the lid as well as broken glass. The floor was thankfully left undamaged. The bread machine, which was at the time of death, pregnant with yet another batch of dough, left its contents splayed across the kitchen floor with mixing paddles and bread pan loosely thrown on top. Whether the contents colluded with the machine in any way is still under investigation. It is also unclear as to whether this recent suicide will have any effect on future safety precautions for the unmonitored use of bread machines. Such safety precautions may involve the use of physical restraints which some parties believe to be inhumane treatment of workers. It seems that like teenagers, household appliances can revolt against hard labour and find any excuse to stop production. It is noted that this suicide is the second this week in the same household. Earlier this week, the dryer was said to have attempted to burn the house down by overheating and refusing to tumble the laundry.
Arwen North 2008
After being expected to produce bread several times a week for the last 2 years, the bread maker formerly residing atthe home of Arwen North threw itself off the counter last night in an apparent attempt to hang itself from its electrical cord. It appears that when the cord could not hold the weight of the whole machine, the machine crashed to the floor causing irrepairable damage to itself and its contents. Witnesses say that ensuing crash was loud enough to wake all the members of the household around 11:30pm... sending two of them into the kitchen to find out what had happened. Damage from the successful suicide included separation of the lid and machine, horrible disfiguration of the lid as well as broken glass. The floor was thankfully left undamaged. The bread machine, which was at the time of death, pregnant with yet another batch of dough, left its contents splayed across the kitchen floor with mixing paddles and bread pan loosely thrown on top. Whether the contents colluded with the machine in any way is still under investigation. It is also unclear as to whether this recent suicide will have any effect on future safety precautions for the unmonitored use of bread machines. Such safety precautions may involve the use of physical restraints which some parties believe to be inhumane treatment of workers. It seems that like teenagers, household appliances can revolt against hard labour and find any excuse to stop production. It is noted that this suicide is the second this week in the same household. Earlier this week, the dryer was said to have attempted to burn the house down by overheating and refusing to tumble the laundry.
Arwen North 2008
Sunday, March 09, 2008
More Precious than Rubies.
If you have not gone before me
To prepare the path for me to walk
Then I trudge through thick brambles
That prick and poke my heart to bleed.
If you have not prepared a place
There in your life amongst the pieces
Then no place is there for me to rest
To lie next to you; to love; to bless.
For I cannot feel more for you
That what you feel for me
Else foggy plains and rugged cliffs
Become the demise of my sentiments.
I cannot treasure this bond more
Than the treasure you’ve found herein
For a ruby’s glint is hidden well
For the man with a patient heart,
Who takes the dirty wretched stone,
And cracks it open with faith and care
Who Finds within it a precious gem
And a treasure worth holding dear.
© Arwen North 2008
If you have not gone before me
To prepare the path for me to walk
Then I trudge through thick brambles
That prick and poke my heart to bleed.
If you have not prepared a place
There in your life amongst the pieces
Then no place is there for me to rest
To lie next to you; to love; to bless.
For I cannot feel more for you
That what you feel for me
Else foggy plains and rugged cliffs
Become the demise of my sentiments.
I cannot treasure this bond more
Than the treasure you’ve found herein
For a ruby’s glint is hidden well
For the man with a patient heart,
Who takes the dirty wretched stone,
And cracks it open with faith and care
Who Finds within it a precious gem
And a treasure worth holding dear.
© Arwen North 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
I sometimes think I don’t belong in this century.
I long for gardens filled with sunshine,
Children playing in the yard,
Baking bread on snowy days,
Knitting sweaters by
The fire burning on the hearth.
For simpler times
My todays are full of computer screens
Paperwork in an office
My garden sits untended full of plans that never bear fruit
My children play in other people’s yards
My snowy days are spent trying to keep up
with the ever mounting pile of travail on my desk.
I knit together financial reports
In the dark corner of my basement,
next to a cold concrete wall
This isn’t the life I had in mind.
I long for gardens filled with sunshine,
Children playing in the yard,
Baking bread on snowy days,
Knitting sweaters by
The fire burning on the hearth.
For simpler times
My todays are full of computer screens
Paperwork in an office
My garden sits untended full of plans that never bear fruit
My children play in other people’s yards
My snowy days are spent trying to keep up
with the ever mounting pile of travail on my desk.
I knit together financial reports
In the dark corner of my basement,
next to a cold concrete wall
This isn’t the life I had in mind.
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