Clockwork

Ticking clocks fill my head.
As the hand reaches its destination.
I feel the vibrato in my mind.
Bringing me back to the present.

A single sound slicing through silence.
It makes me morph my mind.
Taking on a torrent of tasks better left undone.
Leaving behind bittersweet thoughts bit by bit.

The constant sound of ticking.
Makes my mind writhe in pain.
The consistent sound of clicking.
Refuses my brain to release its memories.

What is left but to run away?
Where is my other avenues?
What more can I do but to block it out?
These are my options.

Who is to tell time?
If time were to eventually stop.
Would these shards stop piercing?
Extracting what they were set out to find.

They are taken back with a flood.
Extracting something that was not expected.
Using all efforts to shut the gate.
All strength is called on from within.

As the flood recedes away.
I hear the faint ticking.
No longer do I fear the sound.
The memories slowly escape to the back of my mind.


Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©

Feeling of Bliss

To stand upon a silken shore.
Gazing across a sea of glass.
The tawny sunset glistens and gleams.
Twinkling like crystals bathed in light.
As my eyes glide shut.
The feeling of the wind caresses my cheek.
As I soon fall into absolute bliss.
Oh, What heaven have I fallen into?
To witness such beauty.
On an evening such as this.


Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©

Autumn Friend

Come all you and tell.
Tell me of our autumn friend.
Spin a web of her tale.
Let my mind take flight.

I have heard it said of old.
How our autumn friend casts her crown.
As it slowly falls to pieces.
Bringing joy before the winter.

She brings peace to the world.
To those who might receive it.
We reach our hands out in expectation.
Grabbing pieces that fall from heaven.

Her wind prickles our ears.
We hear her whispering song.
“Come all you that might sing songs.
Sing to our El on high.”

“Our loving El, King of hosts.
How we sing your praise to the nations.
Telling of your undying love.
Speaking of your mighty works.”

Let us rejoice before the winter.
Let us honor all Yah’s feasts.
Clanging cymbals and singing songs.
Praising our king to come.

Her crown has changed its colors.
The pieces from her crown color the ground.
Let us be blessed in this peace.
That we receive from our autumn friend.


Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©

Given the chance

Dark blue hazel eyes.
So easy to hide behind.
Gold mixed with brown is the hair that is wound up tight.
A face that belies very few emotions.
So easy to suppress the feelings that rise.

Give a chance to glance.
One would easily pass over.
Although my eyes miss none.
My heart sinks at that cursory glance.

Given the chance to dance.
One would easily pass.
Turning to one more bright.
To one more suited.

So easily forgotten.
So easily left behind.
No one would give they’re time.
To a face such as mine.

Here in this room.
I feel more alone then when alone.
Here in this room.
I feel neither rejected nor accepted.

Wondering why I am here.
Why my feet are not moving.
Moving away from this place.
Where I feel nothing.


Copyright 2009 Lauren Hall ©

Instead I wait.
Why I wait, I do not know.
I wait for something, someone.
I wait for someone to notice

Country living

I have lived in the country for around 15 years and could not imagine living anywhere else. Country living is all about the laid back attitude to take some time to "stop and smell the roses". For some of you it might be irritating to get stuck behind an old tractor going 30mph in a 55mph zone, but you have to realize that out here there isn't much rush. Unless of course old farmer Frank's grandson got his hand smashed under a tractor, then you would see rushing. Other then those medical rushes, there isn't any hurry to be anywhere at any specific time. If you happen to pass a local on the highway you might get a friendly wave. No, they may not know you, but as courtesy they will give you the two finger flick from the steering wheel, the full wave and of course the head nod. I'd have to say the most amusing thing about living out here is when your in the grocery store you might get stopped by a local friendly farmer and could end up in a two hour conversation. For my mom, she is not only stopped by the local farmers but by people she has never met and they tend to tell her they're whole life story. That's country living for you though. If you do have a schedule, don't bother sticking to it because at one point or another it will be interrupted by something else. Whether that is getting stopped in the grocery store, getting stuck behind a slow truck or tractor or even having to deal with a fox getting into your chicken pen. It will happen to be something along those lines. Don't let those little things keep you away from the country. Though it might sound annoying or even irritating. Those little things can make a person. Its the things like watching a baby calf leap around a pasture in early spring or letting the smell of the fresh country air fill your lungs. These are the other little joys that you can only get from the country that bring a smile. If you get a day off from that repetitive work of yours. Take the time to drive to the nearest place that you would think as "Country living".

Waves of Tempest

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.

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 ©