The half-baked words of a young man pursuing deeper intimacy with the God who calls him.
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Friday, August 6, 2010
A Poem: The Fall of Almet
Thursday, August 5, 2010
A Poem: The Open Road
The Open Road was inspired on the drive from Minnesota to Billings, Montana. It's not one of my personal favorites that I've written, but it does what it does. Evidently it was written while in the Purple Van (one of my very favorite places to be), and while watching the sun set. America is a beautiful country, and driving across it is one of the best ways to see it first hand.
The Open Road
Soft rolling hills
Wide empty plains
The setting sun
Dosing the expanse
In gorgeous
Rich
Golden
Liquid topaz
The clouds above my head
Are vast floating islands
Of glittering snow
The trees here and there
Stand tall and strong
Dark sentinels that reach for the sky
The serenity encloses me
A protective cocoon that shields me
From the troubles and sorrows of this world
Those bombardments so hard to hold against
The sweet rhythm of the van lulls me
Into a feeling of welcome bliss and peace
Time simply to enjoy the quiet of my thoughts
The mind-blowing countryside
The soothing joy of reading, of writing
Letting the words fill me, flow through me
Bubbling up like a fountain and spilling over
Its music loud and clear
Creativity, imagination
Never were so easy
The open road
It holds no limits