old poems

I was reading through some of my old poetry, and found this. It's not anything spectacular, poem-wise, but the content caught my attention. So, without further ado, a few thoughts from the prayer room:

(3 August 2009)
In Your house are many rooms,
and the walls are only windows
and they all face the sun
and the ceilings open directly
to the starry sky
and the moon dances through
their bright mosaic.
Fountains spring from the corners,
and in those rooms
grow the gardens of God.
The sun always shines,
the stars always watch
and they grow and grow.
Each ripe fruit is picked
and served to the Master,
and He is always
well-pleased.

(10 August 2009)
I caught a glimpse of Your glory,
and like the prince in the story,
smitten in an instant,
the course of his life thereafter
directed only
and always
to winning the princess,
so will the rest of my life
be a pursuit of You,
fighting and waiting
for the Father to open the door for me
and welcome me in
to Your chamber.

Now, a year and a half later, it's odd how so much has changed... yet so much is the same. I feel like I'm on a spiral, and where I am now looks rather familiar. Same things, slightly different perspective. Upward and onward, further up and further in.

Last year, heart.

This year, mind. And body, because they go together. For Lent, capturing thoughts. Following that, sunshine, running around, swimming, playing games, and getting strong.

Last year, music.

This year, add words. And more variety - add voice. Con voce. Maybe add violin.

(I was having a nice reflective moment, then mail merge started jamming the copier. Ach. Breathe in, breathe out, look outside, promise yourself a walk at the beach after work. Better. But still the mood has passed. Over and out, Mr. Spock.)

We shall see. Yes, indeed, we shall see.