Monday 14 November 2011

Brace My Heart

So again I was writing during class, I know, I know, but I can't help myself. Words just wrote themselves in this one, I have trouble understanding it but I think the 'poet':) was trying to talk about finding some place safe in a world that constantly tests. Happy Reading:)

I see trees in the midst of all this commotion,
All in motion,
In quiet devotion,
Vocation to stand tall,
To not be moved.

I see innocent eyes in the midst of all this commotion,
All in motion,
In quiet devotion,
Vocation to visionary dreams,
To seat on mountain tops.

Methinks of the ghouls that await innocent eyes sordidly,
Methinks of the tangent path that deviates the poor souls idly,
A tree grows straight,
But eyes are tamed by the king of the air,
The lover of all things worldly.


He is a vile despondent,
He counts evil at his fingertips,
And captures the weak at their moment,
Trees soar through to higher grounds,
Grow to touch the sky,
For them it is easy,
But eyes soar through evils,
Despots,
Vicious creatures that cling to their ankles,
They do not see it easy.

Lord brace my heart before the vile one,
A tree I would love to be,
But an eye is what I am,
So, brace my heart,
For I wish to be,
More than what I am.

Kavosa Assava

2 comments:

  1. WOW! This is deep! I like the hidden prayer in it..

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  2. I like this one. Been up reading ur blog. It makes sense especially in this quiet solitude.

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