Some may call it dead, stagnant, a thing of the past. But I call it moving, living, changing. I call it powerful and beautiful. I see it shine a light on life that no other asset of human creativity can.
However, I didn't realize that I loved poetry so much until I took a poetry and drama course this semester. When forced to read dozens of poems, I found the felicity of poetry, the charm of lines and rhymes. It even inspired me to write some poetry of my own, although I wrote most of my poems at midnight, so I don't have much confidence in them. Regardless, I love the little words that filled my nightly journal.
And now those words will dance upon this blog.
Hannah's Midnight Poems:
(Accompanied by photographs from a recent prayer walk, which is simply where I walked outside and prayed at the same time. And marveled at tree branches.)
Today was a sunny day,
where bare tree limbs hoped for the sky above,
not knowing that in their empty stage
they create a beauty unparalleled.
Today was a moonlit day,
where the sun felt so far from where I stand
but here in the darkest stage
I see her light slicing through all thoughts.
Today was a windy day,
where the breath of the world carried me far off places,
places I didn't know and couldn't map
but places that fit some far grander plan.
Today was a day the Lord made.
I rejoiced and was glad in it.
Prepared for such a time as this.
Hard. Help. Head. Here.
New joys will overcome this fear.
I hear more.
I see more.
Like my soul blooms forth.
It brings change.
It brings grace.
This light weighs upon me.
To hear more.
To see more.
But Christ is within me.
He brings change.
He brings grace.
dancing past the clouds and leaves,
singing away the rainy thoughts,
showering magic upon the ground.
I lifted my head,
catching the life upon my face,
breathing in grace that God instilled,
smiling to show the world my joy.
And time stood still,
waiting for me to catch the sun,
pausing for the world to dry its tears,
hoping in today as the sun shone through.
Embrace words today. Use them to give Christ glory, for Christ created their beauty in the first place.
Now I want to hear your thoughts about poetry. Do you read it? Because I really need recommendations on poets that are lighthearted and beautiful. Do you wish you read more of it? Do you like it? I love y'all and pray for you to have a joyful week!