You're my muse.

Lately I've been inspired by the most diverse and rather random objects and nuances. These many different inspirations have led me to a desire to write, even if what I say seems random, pointless and personal. In light of that, and in general, my love for writing verse that grows with every work I create, I decided to write a little something for every day. I haven't been completely successful, but I've had a lot of fun trying my hand at this more regimented creativity lately. And so, I thought I'd share some of these random musings with you all :-) Let me know what you think if you want to, and I hope that you enjoy my Daily Musings.
Have a stupendously fluffy day!

~ Jon ~

Daily Musings

“Wind singing through the trees, breath of His life ringing in the breeze, fresh is the scent and lovely as the wind blows, my heart for you the God of earth only knows....”
~ March 13, 2006

“Writing and thinking again, to and it, only and when, off alone and by myself, like books gazing from a shelf, this night again, look, see, His love sets the lost soul free.”
~ March 14, 2006

“I tried to get the candy for free, the machine acted quite crazily, it rattled and spat debris, finally out came the pieces, only three, I walked off quite haughtily, only to walk straight into a tree; such is my luck, reaching for free candy....”
~ March 15, 2006

“It flits and floats as it flutters by,
My lovely butterfly,
Swirling colours brilliant I see,
I jump and wish to try,
To wing my way to new heights above,
Just like my happy butterfly…”
~ March 16, 2006

“My beautiful, lovely butterfly, precious as you float through the sky, enraptured, I’m amazed when you fly, you are my sweetest lullaby.”
~ March 18, 2006

"She swings lovely in the air, symbol of embattled freedom, her stripes smile tender and fair, she stands protecting her kingdom"
~ March 19, 2006

“I battle shades of grey, the world just walks away, ‘tween numbers one and two I stay, wishing for One but wanting you too always.”
~ March 21, 2006

Wind...

Blowing through the fields and forests; change. Change in heart, thinking, and many other ways...specifically thoughts brought on by happenings at the latest speech and debate tournament. It was a spectacularly bodacious time of fun and learning and challenge, and I enjoyed every minute of it. But I also had the chance to experience adversity from some rather scary areas...I think that this next little work kind of tells the story better than I can in regular writing....maybe :-)

*Listens to the wind* Wind is an amazing creation...and it's blowing strong this evening. Before I move onto the main purpose of this post I thought I'd share a little rhyme thing that popped into my head whilst thinking on the wind.
"Wind singing through the trees, breath of His life ringing in the breeze, fresh is the scent and lovely as the wind blows, my heart for you the God of earth only knows....” :-)

Anyway, hope you all have a wonderful day!
I should have something else ready in a short time, I'm just working on completing some ideas for another little ditty :-)
~ Jon ~


What Shall it Profit a Man

A happy long hallway stair,
A smell of dank must in the air,
The brilliance of another blessed day,
Lost as I stood, walking my own way.

My cry echoes, resounding, through,
This impenetrable night, resting with you;
I did my very best to walk and run away,
And ended up lost, alone and a stray.

I strove to build a kingdom of my own,
I longed to command from upon my throne
But, my palace just toppled and buried me,
My spirit broken, humbled, yet free….

Suffering the stress of an endless day,
I jumped for my goals and lost my way,
For glory been reaching, only for me
The straw to the camel: topicality.

My heart growled and leapt ablaze,
Was engulfed in the shadow of a pitying haze,
A red-ink entry in my mind’s daily lists of sin,
I sat on a tree and brooded on where I’d been.

Doubts in my head spoke words of fear,
How could the joy of God’s Will be near?
Traversing along a self-pitying path,
I was tortured by failure and His wrath.

The deep sound of forest quiet stole upon my ears,
Dry and earthy leaves drank my ungrateful tears,
Sitting in the stillness of the loving trees,
I saw the Son, bowed, and sank to my knees.

Sitting astride a moss covered log,
I prayed forgiveness and lifted the dark fog,
For it’s His power to which I’m bound,
And in His will I long to be found.

For what shall it profit a man?
Fighting for myself I never will stand,
From awards and fame I finally ran...
For only God can profit a man.

Prioritization....

Reflecting on some of the recent events in my life made me realize just how much I really count on my faith in God. I’m constantly relying on other people, on my own understanding and knowledge of the world, and on my own experience to get my through life. But I came to a point, again :-), where I had to completely acknowledge that I truly hold no power. I don’t possess the ability to live my life well. I can’t do things right when I do them by myself and for myself. When I try to figure it all out on my own I not only fail to accomplish my own goals, but I turn my back on the only person who can really take my life and make it worth living, God. This work reflects, in a way, this struggle to focus my life on the most beneficial pursuits. It’s a struggle to make sure that my priorities are in the correct order while I try to balance my own selfish desires. This work talks mostly about the pull between two loves. I came to a point where I could acknowledge the one love that I *must* have needed to be placed first, but my other love, that reflects the former, can still exist, as long as it is kept in check. I don’t like changing the way I think, but I have been forced to reorganize my priorities. Thankfully though, this doesn’t mean that I’m chained to some self-righteous dogmatism…to me, placing my love for God above all others represents a freedom; and has allowed me to live a fuller life of late, while still not abandoning my other love.
Just some thoughts to consider while you read this next little piece that I’ve written :-)

May the wind under your wings bear you
where the sun sails and the moon walks,

~ Jon ~

Humbled

Floating in the sky,
Passing through the clouds,
Singing to the air,
Searching for your face.

Since then I’ve found,
The one I was looking for,
Spirit saw it was not you,
Not the one I long t’(e)mbrace.

My final, everlasting love,
That never bends nor breaks,
I focused on her life of light,
Forgetting whence it came.

Darkened shadows clouded,
Vision once so clear,
My was heart torn, divided,
Tween love and love once more.

Love for her, love for God,
Decided I on me alone,
Freely gave my heart to her,
And past His face right by.

The war within, nere shown without,
Battles - want with need,
By sunny day or shaded fog,
This war I fought alone.

Wounds received, blackened, battered,
Stubble I and homeward long,
My heart grown down, weary,
Prostrate fall before your throne.

I truly am but nothing now,
No winds, boasts, no strength,
Though now I live, hope do I
In future, Plans for good.

Turned I to face but Him,
My Lord, My God my King,
He will my strength and portion be,
Forever and amen.

Though chapter ends,
Saga stretches on,
My love for you, diverted,
Grown always, never less.

For you my soul still feels,
My heart still beats within,
For you will never see this end,
Committed, everlasting,
In love, forever, I’ll remain.