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I feel . . .
Torrential rain
Endless tears
Shapeless love
House of mirrors
Wind-blown leaves
Shaking hands
Desert dryness
Shifting sands
Volcanic thunder
Convulsive sobs
Pillaged feelings
Emotional mobs
Frozen fright
Melted will
Fallow ground
No need to till
Loss that gains
Gain that’s loss
The hornet’s sting
Of count the cost
I feel . . .
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Powerful... Truly
On a different note... Have you listened to John Legend's solo sessions album. The introductions he does between each album really reminds me of you.
Andrea,
Thanks for the kind words about both poems. No, I'm ashamed to say, I haven't listened to the album and the introductions, but I'm about to remedy that :) Thanks again.
Hey Nathan,
I didn't read through your whole blog, but I did read your last two poems and your piece on love and the number eight. You've got some amazing imagery going on there (and you're smart as hell.) Sounds like someone hurt you and it also sounds like you are sensitive in ways that will make you vulnerable to this kind of pain in the future. I want to be careful here because people (especially Christians) sometimes say really stupid things to people who are in this kind of pain.
First of all, stay alive. Just thought I should say that in case the alternative was bumping around in your brain pan. It's important.
Next, God will come and get you, but you've got to be open to the funky ways this might happen. He sees you Nathan, and your stuff matters to him. I'm speaking as someone who has walked through this same kind of fire. I have a feeling he will speak through drea and clay so you're going to want to notice that.
Also, people don't think right when they're depressed, so try not to form worldviews when you're there. Wait a while. You won't feel this terrible forever. And if you wait around long enough there will be the possibility of real joy. Keep talking.
Bless you my little brother.
Nathan,
I followed your link from Terri's blog and and your words captured my heart. I too read your poems and The Sum of Love and second Terri's e-motion. Stay alive. We and He hears you, too.
I'm just finishing a book based on Ephesians 5:33 and you have inspired some new math.
I have learned from you a new and simply brilliant way to convey this truth to my husband. 11.
because like 8 backwards or forwards it's still the same and sideways it parallels infinity = and always will. 11 + 8 = ∞
I hope my biased math is received in the way I intend and doesn't feel like a hijack of what is above all else. 8.
blessings brother.
Nathan, I too followed your link from Terri's and am blown away by your poetry and your thoughtfulness and your feelings and your love. I am glad to have found you because I know I will learn much from you, and also that your posts will help me to stop and feel and be in the moment of realness.
I read all the way down to your first entry, and what struck me is the letter that you wrote to your friend who was walking in darkness and feeling the hopelessness of the weight of the world on his shoulders. Your words to him held such light and love, and I wondered if you might be able to read those words and take them in for yourself this time around.
May God wrap you in his strong and caring arms so that you feel completely enveloped by the truth of Him but also the 8 of Him.
Nathan- I was quite moved by your heartfelt poetry. I won’t offer advice, but I just want to let you know that someone else has been there too and hears your words. Sending you peace for your journey.
Terri,
I appreciate your sensitivity.
Di,
Your math makes sense. I don't know if that's a compliment or not though (LOL). But it really makes sense to a person like me.
Christianne,
A lot has transpired since I wrote that letter. In fact, that letter pre-dates its posting by a few years. But I know God's hesed is still there somehow.
Chloe,
Thanks for the peace offering. I really need it these days.
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