BUT A POOR REFLECTION: Short Serenade

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Short Serenade

look at me
standing here
under your balcony
a confused lover

not knowing
where to look
too shy to talk

i brought you nothing
but the roses which i picked
from your own
bloodstained
garden

stammering
i can only give you my
yes

3 comments:

Paul said...: I wrote this poem in Dutch and I am struggling to translate it properly. In my language I used 'your blood owned garden' - referring to the garden where Jesus, Lord of heaven and earth, was wrestling in prayer before He saved his loved ones by dying on the cross. Now I've changed the meaning slightly, by speaking about 'blood sprinkled garden' (Jesus's agony began in the garden of Gethsemane with the sweating of blood). It's not easy to express what I feel... but that's what poetry is all about!; 3/21/2007 7:43 pm
Vicki said...: Some things are just too deep and precious for our mere words.

I can understand the difficulties in translating from one language to another! I am so thankful that people like you care enough to learn to speak English; it's definitely not a priority in the United States to learn another language, although it should be. Thanks, Paul!; 3/22/2007 5:15 pm
Vicki said...: Paul, I keep returning to this poem. The more I read it and study it, the more I really like it! A good poem keeps the reader coming back for deeper study and interpretation.

Thanks, again!; 3/22/2007 10:29 pm

God loves us

Have you ever wondered why God gives so much? We could exist on far less. He could have left the world flat and grey; we wouldn’t have known the difference. But he didn’t. He splashed orange in the sunrise and cast the sky in blue. And if you love to see geese as they gather, chances are you’ll see that too. Did he have to make the squirrel’s tail furry? Was he obliged to make the birds sing? And the funny way that chickens scurry or the majesty of thunder when it rings? Why give a flower fragrance? Why give food its taste? Could it be he loves to see that look upon your face?

Max Lucado - He Chose the Nails

Sadhu Sundar Singh

I do not condemn theologians wholesale, but it is unfortunately the fashion in Western thinking to doubt and deny everything. I protest this tendency. I never advise anyone to consult theologians, because all too often they have completely lost all sense of spiritual reality. They can explain Greek words and all that, but they spend too much time among their books and not enough time with the Master in prayer. It is not that I oppose all education, but education without life is certainly dangerous. You must stop examining spiritual truths like dry bones! You must break open the bones and take in the life-giving marrow.

Oswald Chambers

In the Bible clouds are always associated with God. Clouds are the sorrows, sufferings, or providential circumstances, within or without our personal lives, which actually seem to contradict the sovereignty of God. Yet it is through these very clouds that the Spirit of God is teaching us how to walk by faith. If there were never any clouds in our lives, we would have no faith. "The clouds are the dust of His feet" (Nahum 1:3). They are a sign that God is there. What a revelation it is to know that sorrow, bereavement, and suffering are actually the clouds that come along with God! God cannot come near us without clouds— He does not come in clear-shining brightness. (Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest, July 29th)