Have you ever been passionate about something? I mean, like vehemently. I feel like this time in my life is a time of new beginnings. It’s become a fire in me.
It’s been a while since I’ve written an original poem following a poetry form. I had to give my try at this quadrille after reading a fellow bloggers post over at A Reader Writr. The poem is in response to a prompt over at dversepoets.
So, back to my question to you: Have you ever been passionate about something? If so, what?
Sometimes when I listen to the Christmas song, ‘Breath of Heaven’ (music video in the first comment below) I start to cry. I think it’s because of the simplicity of it and the way that Mary addresses God, “Breath of Heaven”. She was just a young girl when an unexpected visitor showed up and shared a message with her that essentially changed the entire course of her life. She was engaged to be married to a simple carpenter, and she herself, was just a simple girl – that loved God.
As she silently prays to her maker, she’s extremely vulnerable and expresses to Him just how scared she is. She knows that the world is a cold place and she is feeling all alone. And rightly so. Imagine being in her place. A virgin, engaged to be married, in a society where it is absolutely unacceptable and punishable to have had sexual relations before marriage. And now she is carrying the son of God.
She pours her soul out to the only one that could possibly understand what she is going through. God, hold me together (I’m losing it). God, be forever near me (I feel so lost). God, lighten my darkness (the stone cold reality of this world is blinding me and I can’t see you). God, pour over me your holiness (for you are the only one that can ease my anguished heart).
I think it’s amazing how she addresses God as, “Breath of Heaven”. The word breath signifies life. Every bodily function depends on breathing as breathing is the most fundamental of all the body’s systems. It’s at the very core of life. When one stops breathing, one dies.
She also recognizes that she’s weak. She doesn’t see herself as one that is wise enough to be carrying such a serious responsibility. But the beautiful thing is that, even though she’s full of doubts and considers herself as unwise, it didn’t matter to God. What mattered was that she was willing to offer all that she is. What mattered was that she had a heart of humility and recognized she needed His strength, and not her own.
*Note on the art piece: Baby’s breath is considered symbolic of everlasting life and purity. I thought it apropos to include it in the star and around the border in response to the song and reflection.
I’m so sorry I’ve been absent. I was away for almost a week and had very little internet access. Plus, it’s summer here in Brazil and the kids are out of school and we will be traveling from the the 26th to January 10th. Once again I will have very little internet access. During this time I won’t be posting, but I will try and visit your blogs when I can get access to the internet and the time to do so.
I wish you all a very merry Christmas and a Happy new year celebration.
❤
I am posting this again, because it seems like WordPress is up to some funky stuff with my posts. Ever since the update, my posts aren’t going into the Reader. Let’s see if it works this time.
Just something I wrote during my morning quiet time a little while back. I saw this watercolour technique on Youtube and wanted to try it out. I like to mix art and words.
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Just something I wrote during my morning quiet time a little while back.
Dawn of the night
Dark of the day
Death of the body
Rotting away
Death of the soul
Agonizing pain
Losing self
Enemy’s gain
Bones without flesh
Body without breath
Scattered to the winds
Life rescinds
Dark of the night
Dawn of the day
Death flees the body
Dig up the grave
Resurrected soul
No more stains
Finding self
Enemy’s pain
Bones collect flesh
Soul receives breath
Holistic health
Timeless wealth
This poem was written in response to The Reverie’s weekly prompt, which is the song, “Bones”, by MsMr. As soon as I heard the song I fell in love with it. I knew I couldn’t let this one pass, so here it is.
Would love to know your interpretation hmmmmmm……
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I love to create. I believe we were made to create. It’s like a driving force within. There’s a certain high that comes with creating something. The inspiration high.
I have become a fan of the Ted Talks. I don’t like much of what is on TV, so when I want to relax and watch something, I go to YouTube and put on a Ted talk. Recently I watched the one by Elizabeth Gilbert, the author of ‘Eat, Pray, Love’. She spoke about creativity and how it could be divinely inspired. She shared the following:
In ancient Greece and ancient Rome people did not happen to believe that creativity came from human beings back then. People believed that creativity was this divine attendant spirit that came to human beings from some distant and unknowable source for distant and unknowable reasons. The Greeks famously called these divine attendant spirits of creativity ‘Daemons’. Socrates famously believed that he had a Daemon who spoke to him from afar. The Romans had the same idea but they called that sort of disembodied spirit a ‘Genius’, which was great because the Romans did not actually think that a genius was a particularly clever individual, they believed that a genius was this sort of magical divine entity who was believed to literally live in the walls of an artist’s studio … and who would come out and invisibly assist the artist with their work and who would shape the outcome of that work (source).
Now I don’t believe that there are genius’ in the walls, but I do believe that creativity and inspiration is divine. Something that has been carved – breathed – into each of us. Like I mentioned in a past post, we all have an impulse to create. It’s in our veins.
Do you love to create? Do you believe that we were made to create? Where do you think creativity and inspiration comes from?
This poem was written in response to this week’s prompt of ‘The Reverie’ poetic publication journal. The challenge was to write a poem of 31 lines.
A poem to my muse. What inspires you?
Ok, it’s another FFTF (Food for Thought Friday) – Food for the body and the spirit. I loooooovvve the Christmas season, so this post is very befitting. For the spirit I will be sharing a bit about how the Christmas song, “Breath of Heaven” has impacted me. And for the body, “Healthy Superfood Prestigio (Chocolate Coconut) tarts. Hope you enjoy.
I have traveled many moonless nights
Cold and weary with a babe inside
And I wonder what I’ve done
Holy Father, You have come
And chosen me now to carry Your Son
I am waiting in a silent prayer
I am frightened by the load I bear
In a world as cold as stone
Must I walk this path alone?
Be with me now, be with me now.
Breath of Heaven, hold me together
Be forever near me, Breath of Heaven
Breath of Heaven, lighten my darkness
Pour over me Your holiness for You are holy
Breath of Heaven
Do you wonder as you watch my face
If a wiser one should have had my place?
But I offer all I am
For the mercy of Your plan
Help me be strong, help me be, help me
Amy Grant
Listen to a version by Eden’s Bridge here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KLXvGNUOtZM
Sometimes when I listen to this song I start to cry. I think it’s because of the simplicity of it and the way that Mary addresses God, “Breath of Heaven”. She was just a young girl when a unexepected visitor showed up and shared a message with her that essentially changed the entire course of her life. She was engaged to be married to a simple carpenter, and she herself, was just a simple girl – that loved God.
As she silently prays to her maker, she’s extremely vulnerable and expresses to Him just how scared she is. She knows that the world is a cold place and she is feeling all alone. And rightly so. Imagine being in her place. A virgin, engaged to be married, in a society where it is absolutely unacceptable and punishable to have had sexual relations before marriage. And now she is carrying the son of God.
She pours her soul out to the only one that could possibly understand what she is going through. God, hold me together (I’m losing it). God, be forever near me (I feel so lost). God, lighten my darkness (the stone cold reality of this world is blinding me (I can’t see you). God, pour over me your holiness (for you are the only one that can ease my anguished heart and replace the lack of tranquility with overwhelming peace).
I think it’s amazing how she addresses God as, “Breath of Heaven”. The word breath signifies life. Every bodily function depends on breathing as breathing is the most fundamental of all the body’s systems. It’s at the very core of life. When one stops breathing, one dies.
She also recognizes that she’s weak. She doesn’t see herself as one that is wise enough to be carrying such a serious responsibility. But the beautiful thing is that, even though she’s full of doubts and even though she considers herself as unwise, it didn’t matter to God. What mattered was that she was willing to offer all that she is. What mattered was that she had a heart of humility and recognized she needed His strength, and not her own.
What do you think of this song? What are your thoughts concerning it? Leave a comment and let me know.
Ok, who else out there loves a good dessert or tasty little treat, but hates the refined sugar? Being that it’s the Christmas season and all, I thought I’d create this little goody for my kids (ok, for me too, I confess). Try it out and let me know what you think.
Yes, this is my little girl enjoying what’s left over of the filling
Healthy Prestigio (chocolate & coconut) tarts
Crust:
Place all ingredients into a food processor or blender and blend until incorporated. Fill mini cupcake tins with paper liners. Press 1 heaping teaspoon of the mixture into each to form a crust.
Filling:
Place all ingredients into a blender and blend until fully incorporated. Spoon around 2 good teaspoons of the mixture into the cups. You can garnish with some shredded coconut and then place in the freezer until ready to enjoy.
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