Hast thou condemned us all?
Calling upon the waves of tempest.
Should thou not of waited?
Having but a bit of mercy,
On such as I?
Hast thou no sympathy left?
Or has is vanished and with it your contempt?
Now more then contempt.
We have the wrath of tempest.
Oh! Hast thou any mercy?
Oh, you waves of tempest.
To spare but the likes of I?
Call upon what gentleness is left.
Spare this vessel of mine.
Canst thou wait and call on another?
I am clay not yet fully formed.
Thy waves of tempest would but turn me into earth again.
Oh, you waves of tempest.
Show but a bit of compassion,
On such as I.
I am unworthy of what kindness you have.
Although I beg of you to call not on I.
Oh, you waves of tempest.
Where hast all thy compassion gone?
To the depths of hell?
Woe, to the likes of I.
For I cannot withstand.
Hast thou compassion so lacked?
Give me but a chance.
Give me a chance to make it right again.
Oh, you waves of tempest.
Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©
I will show you, what child am I.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Before I die
If I laugh before I die.
Know the joy I felt.
That I have known you,
And was able to laugh with you awhile.
If I cry before I die.
Know those tears are shed for you.
That I wish but for a chance.
To stay a little longer with you.
If I dance before I die.
Know that I am praising Yah.
For this single chance,
To be happy with you.
If I pray before I die.
Know that I pray for you.
So that Yah might send you comfort.
For after I am gone.
If I sing before I die.
Know that I sing Yah’s praises.
For being a loving and merciful El.
In giving you all to me.
If I smile before I die.
Know that I am thinking of you.
Smiling back at me.
Brings me all the comfort that I need.
If I say ‘I love you’ before I die.
Know that when I say it.
I mean it with all my heart.
Even after death, I will never stop loving you.
If I write this before I die.
Know that when I wrote this.
I meant to leave behind.
A little bit of me, for you to remember.
Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©
Know the joy I felt.
That I have known you,
And was able to laugh with you awhile.
If I cry before I die.
Know those tears are shed for you.
That I wish but for a chance.
To stay a little longer with you.
If I dance before I die.
Know that I am praising Yah.
For this single chance,
To be happy with you.
If I pray before I die.
Know that I pray for you.
So that Yah might send you comfort.
For after I am gone.
If I sing before I die.
Know that I sing Yah’s praises.
For being a loving and merciful El.
In giving you all to me.
If I smile before I die.
Know that I am thinking of you.
Smiling back at me.
Brings me all the comfort that I need.
If I say ‘I love you’ before I die.
Know that when I say it.
I mean it with all my heart.
Even after death, I will never stop loving you.
If I write this before I die.
Know that when I wrote this.
I meant to leave behind.
A little bit of me, for you to remember.
Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©
World of her own
Unfinished tales of a life never lived.
Dreams of a girl that never came true.
Instead they stay hidden inside her heart.
Never once to be sought by any.
Her heart has been locked.
And the keys to her dreams have gone missing.
She cries to herself but no one else.
For fear she might be questioned.
She has no answer to the world around her.
Not one would understand her thoughts.
She is an outcast to society.
Not even worth looking at.
She keeps her pains stored away.
Not wanting anyone to catch a glimpse.
She is like a tomb.
So stuffed up she can hardly move.
But when she closes her eyes.
She sails away to dreamland.
Finding no need to even glance back.
For all she is lies ahead.
To a world unknown to any.
She is her own self in this world.
Free to be who she is without fear.
Unashamed of her true self.
Because she is who she is.
Not being held to the other worlds standards.
Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©
Dreams of a girl that never came true.
Instead they stay hidden inside her heart.
Never once to be sought by any.
Her heart has been locked.
And the keys to her dreams have gone missing.
She cries to herself but no one else.
For fear she might be questioned.
She has no answer to the world around her.
Not one would understand her thoughts.
She is an outcast to society.
Not even worth looking at.
She keeps her pains stored away.
Not wanting anyone to catch a glimpse.
She is like a tomb.
So stuffed up she can hardly move.
But when she closes her eyes.
She sails away to dreamland.
Finding no need to even glance back.
For all she is lies ahead.
To a world unknown to any.
She is her own self in this world.
Free to be who she is without fear.
Unashamed of her true self.
Because she is who she is.
Not being held to the other worlds standards.
Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©
Friday, March 20, 2009
World we live in
I sit and watch as cars go by.
As the city lights slowly turn on.
I watch as clouds darken the moon.
Making the world seem what it truly is.
I look at people as they pass on by.
I can't help but think.
"What is the purpose?"
To these fragile, meaningless lives.
We are born.
We live.
We give life and then die.
What more to life then this?
We think.
We eat.
We drink and be merry.
Is this not the essence of life?
What more beyond that yellow brick road?
What life would we have led?
What is really behind that second door?
The path we did not choose.
We work.
We build.
We are taught then teach.
To whom do we do all this?
Is there any light at the end of the tunnel?
Or is there only darkness in this world of despair?
Do we ever find the end of the rainbow?
Or do we leave that pot of gold to the imagination?
We lie.
We cheat.
We steal and we kill.
Where is the punishment for all our crimes?
Why is it always the good die young?
Can't someone help me this night?
To leave behind the bleakness in this world.
To throw out all this fear.
That we all seem to cling to.
As the city lights go out tonight.
I lay in bed and hear a soft whisper.
"Be quiet, be still.
My loving child.
Forget not why you are here.
Tonight you will sleep without fear.
For I will always be by your side."
Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©
As the city lights slowly turn on.
I watch as clouds darken the moon.
Making the world seem what it truly is.
I look at people as they pass on by.
I can't help but think.
"What is the purpose?"
To these fragile, meaningless lives.
We are born.
We live.
We give life and then die.
What more to life then this?
We think.
We eat.
We drink and be merry.
Is this not the essence of life?
What more beyond that yellow brick road?
What life would we have led?
What is really behind that second door?
The path we did not choose.
We work.
We build.
We are taught then teach.
To whom do we do all this?
Is there any light at the end of the tunnel?
Or is there only darkness in this world of despair?
Do we ever find the end of the rainbow?
Or do we leave that pot of gold to the imagination?
We lie.
We cheat.
We steal and we kill.
Where is the punishment for all our crimes?
Why is it always the good die young?
Can't someone help me this night?
To leave behind the bleakness in this world.
To throw out all this fear.
That we all seem to cling to.
As the city lights go out tonight.
I lay in bed and hear a soft whisper.
"Be quiet, be still.
My loving child.
Forget not why you are here.
Tonight you will sleep without fear.
For I will always be by your side."
Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Freedom
Tonight I'll put off this frown.
As the clock strikes midnight.
I'll pull off this mask of mine.
I'll shed this costume for the very first time.
All past mistakes have been forgotten.
Among these clover fields.
I'll show the world.
Who I truly am.
I think of nothing else but of the coming hours.
For a little while.
I shall be free.
To fly over all the meadows.
The smell of truth fills my senses.
I watch as a fox plays with a mouse.
As a lion slowly lies down with a lamb.
I am compelled to dance yet again.
This night I sing for joy.
For the freedom I finally feel.
I have never felt something so real.
For the first time I feel at peace.
All tears have been washed away.
All regrets left behind.
I finally know who I am,
And I smile at all that is.
I hear the word being spoken.
I hear the thunder of a thousand hooves.
As the clouds give way.
I see a whole new earth.
The light of dawn has come back,
And my mask shall never be found.
As the clock strikes midnight.
I'll pull off this mask of mine.
I'll shed this costume for the very first time.
All past mistakes have been forgotten.
Among these clover fields.
I'll show the world.
Who I truly am.
I think of nothing else but of the coming hours.
For a little while.
I shall be free.
To fly over all the meadows.
The smell of truth fills my senses.
I watch as a fox plays with a mouse.
As a lion slowly lies down with a lamb.
I am compelled to dance yet again.
This night I sing for joy.
For the freedom I finally feel.
I have never felt something so real.
For the first time I feel at peace.
All tears have been washed away.
All regrets left behind.
I finally know who I am,
And I smile at all that is.
I hear the word being spoken.
I hear the thunder of a thousand hooves.
As the clouds give way.
I see a whole new earth.
The light of dawn has come back,
And my mask shall never be found.
Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©
Friday, February 27, 2009
Today
I picked up the newspaper today.
As I flipped through the pages.
I saw the obituaries.
I glanced to see if I recognized anyone.
Then quickly fold it and left it on the table.
I saw on the news today.
More innocent people died in a bombing.
Some more died in an accident.
"How sad." I thought to myself.
As I quickly changed the channel.
I passed by some homeless people.
They looked at me with eyes filled with so much sadness.
I looked away quickly.
For a moment I wondered what might have happened to them,
But as soon as I was down the street, they were just as quickly forgotten.
I saw on the front of the newspaper today.
That a beloved celebrity had passed away.
"How tragic," I thought "They were so young."
Nothing else could be talked about the rest of the day.
Today I lost my best friend.
My world has come crumbling down.
So many tears shed.
As I walk down the street.
Not one knows of my grief.
Not one knows what this world has lost.
As I flip through the paper today.
I found the obituary with my friends name.
Such a short paragraph explaining they're life.
I became distraught at how little was there.
"Everyone should know and care about them." I thought angrily.
I changed that day.
I realized the importance in life.
I also realized how fragile this life is.
Every life is as important as the next.
Ever person as special as you or I.
I picked up a newspaper today.
As I flipped through the pages.
I found the obituaries and read the names.
For the first time,
I took the time to pray for the loved ones left behind.
Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©
As I flipped through the pages.
I saw the obituaries.
I glanced to see if I recognized anyone.
Then quickly fold it and left it on the table.
I saw on the news today.
More innocent people died in a bombing.
Some more died in an accident.
"How sad." I thought to myself.
As I quickly changed the channel.
I passed by some homeless people.
They looked at me with eyes filled with so much sadness.
I looked away quickly.
For a moment I wondered what might have happened to them,
But as soon as I was down the street, they were just as quickly forgotten.
I saw on the front of the newspaper today.
That a beloved celebrity had passed away.
"How tragic," I thought "They were so young."
Nothing else could be talked about the rest of the day.
Today I lost my best friend.
My world has come crumbling down.
So many tears shed.
As I walk down the street.
Not one knows of my grief.
Not one knows what this world has lost.
As I flip through the paper today.
I found the obituary with my friends name.
Such a short paragraph explaining they're life.
I became distraught at how little was there.
"Everyone should know and care about them." I thought angrily.
I changed that day.
I realized the importance in life.
I also realized how fragile this life is.
Every life is as important as the next.
Ever person as special as you or I.
I picked up a newspaper today.
As I flipped through the pages.
I found the obituaries and read the names.
For the first time,
I took the time to pray for the loved ones left behind.
Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©
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