Hades, oh, Hades
What hast thou done?
Thou hast taken my fair maiden
Thou hast left me with nothing
But a wound to forever nurse
Hast thou come to bestow grief upon me?
Hast mine enemies laughed at me already?
Thou wicked foe
Thou art cursed, thou devil of pain and grief
Until when wilt thou snatch coldly the love of our lives?
Until when wilt thou wound our hearts
With thy double-edged sword?
Until when wilt thou make orphans of children?
And chase the Knight of Joy into darkness?
At dawn, the cries of pain and agony awake me
To a world shrouded with loneliness do I awaken
The morning dew has ceased
For thou hast taken hold of everything beautiful
And thou hast made it ugly
Oh, devil’s friend
Thy time has come to an end
To you we’ll no longer bend
For the Knight of Joy will send
Joy to heal and mend our hearts
Never will you rend
Our hearts or tear the bonds we share
With the ones for whom we care
Run, foe, run
For thy life is no longer safe
Arising is the sun
Run into the dark cave
Hide if thou can
For a way will be paved
By Joy and by man
And thou wilt be shamed
Peace, thou wilt find none
For thou art truly shamed
...jennifer
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Sunday, April 22, 2012
We’re in a world...
Where music talks about nothing but sex and money,
Where we want badly to be accepted, to feel like somebody,
Where love is nothing but a night of pleasure,
Where work is your life, and your life is your treasure,
Where people are judged by their clothes and cars,
Where smiles cover up indelible scars,
Where people are fake, yet emotions run wild,
Where we can’t even protect the life of an unborn child,
Where we take from, but don’t think to give back,
Where we want everything except to know lack,
Where technology advances every second of everyday,
Where everyone wants their very own way,
Where what you toil to build can be broken in but a minute,
Where we witness poverty, but pretend we haven’t seen it,
Where fashion means you’re scantily clad,
Where cities hide behind glittering facades,
Where “I” and “me” are the words used most often,
Where it costs just as much for a house as for a coffin,
Where fear has a foothold, a grip we can’t lose,
Where we take our lives with pills , drown ourselves in pools,
Where people know what’s wrong, but are too scared to admit it,
Where we hide behind hypocrisy, professing change but never living it,
Where the church is in a corner, too afraid to reach out,
Where the people in the world don’t seem to know what they’re about,
Where we spend our lives sitting, doing nothing but resenting,
Where people live without purpose, sentiment and reason,
Where people die everyday, from unseen hurts and unheard sorrows,
Where we while our time away, worrying about tomorrow,
Where hearts, once fragile, are played with as with toys,
Where we judge by eloquence, beauty , grace and poise,
Where we know but can’t admit that our future’s pretty dim,
Where darkness wraps around us, and we’re sinking into sin,
Where cartoons teach our children what to say and do,
Where our children can’t even say a prayer in school,
Where God is disregarded, and Jesus always mocked,
Where we say we fight for freedom, but yet still deep down we’re locked,
Where we live but fail to see…
Change begins and only prevails… when I start with me!
.....Lydia
Where we want badly to be accepted, to feel like somebody,
Where love is nothing but a night of pleasure,
Where work is your life, and your life is your treasure,
Where people are judged by their clothes and cars,
Where smiles cover up indelible scars,
Where people are fake, yet emotions run wild,
Where we can’t even protect the life of an unborn child,
Where we take from, but don’t think to give back,
Where we want everything except to know lack,
Where technology advances every second of everyday,
Where everyone wants their very own way,
Where what you toil to build can be broken in but a minute,
Where we witness poverty, but pretend we haven’t seen it,
Where fashion means you’re scantily clad,
Where cities hide behind glittering facades,
Where “I” and “me” are the words used most often,
Where it costs just as much for a house as for a coffin,
Where fear has a foothold, a grip we can’t lose,
Where we take our lives with pills , drown ourselves in pools,
Where people know what’s wrong, but are too scared to admit it,
Where we hide behind hypocrisy, professing change but never living it,
Where the church is in a corner, too afraid to reach out,
Where the people in the world don’t seem to know what they’re about,
Where we spend our lives sitting, doing nothing but resenting,
Where people live without purpose, sentiment and reason,
Where people die everyday, from unseen hurts and unheard sorrows,
Where we while our time away, worrying about tomorrow,
Where hearts, once fragile, are played with as with toys,
Where we judge by eloquence, beauty , grace and poise,
Where we know but can’t admit that our future’s pretty dim,
Where darkness wraps around us, and we’re sinking into sin,
Where cartoons teach our children what to say and do,
Where our children can’t even say a prayer in school,
Where God is disregarded, and Jesus always mocked,
Where we say we fight for freedom, but yet still deep down we’re locked,
Where we live but fail to see…
Change begins and only prevails… when I start with me!
.....Lydia
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
A Message for You!!
Some years ago my wife arranged for us to ride in a hot-air balloon as a birthday gift. We went to the field where balloons ascended and got into a little basket with another couple. We introduced ourselves and swapped vocational information. Then the pilot began the ascent. The day had just dawned-clear,crisp and cloudless. We could see the entire Canejo Valley,from Craggy canyons to the Pacific ocean. It was scenic, inspiring and majestic. But i also experienced one emotion i had not anticipated. Want to guess? FEAR.
I had always thought those baskets went chest high, but this one only came up to our knees. One good lurch would be enough to throw someone over the side. So I held on with grim determination and white knuckles... About this time I decided I'd like to know the kid who was flying this balloon. I realized that I could psyche myself up into believing everything would be fine, but the truth was we had placed our lives and destinies in the hands of the pilot. Everything depended on his character and competence...
I knew we were in trouble when his response to me began,"Dude, it's like this.." He did not even have a job! He mostly surfed. He said the reason he got started flying hot-air balloons was that he had been driving around in his pick up when he'd had too much to drink, crashed the truck and badly injured his brother. His brother still couldn't get around too well, so watching hot-air balloons gave him something to do... The giant question at a moment like that is "Can I trust the pilot?"
Everyday you and I take another leg of our journey in this giant balloon that's whirling around this vast universe. We'll get only one trip. I long to take it with an enormous spirit of adventure and risk-and I'll bet you do too. But it's a pretty uncertain ride sometimes. I wish the walls of my basket went a little higher. I wish the balloon was a little thicker. I wonder how the ride will end up. I'm not sure how it will handle the way down... My story, like every human story, is, at least in part, the struggle between faith and fear.
**Now, we have a trustworthy pilot. Yes, things will be rough at some point or the other during the ride, but we go through all these to make us stronger and better. So this coming year, don't run from hard times. Do away with fear. Look at them as stepping stones to greatness. Enjoy the ride, you only get one! Happy New Year people!!! Three cheers for the best Pilot in the world!
by:John Ortberg(provided by Lydia)
I had always thought those baskets went chest high, but this one only came up to our knees. One good lurch would be enough to throw someone over the side. So I held on with grim determination and white knuckles... About this time I decided I'd like to know the kid who was flying this balloon. I realized that I could psyche myself up into believing everything would be fine, but the truth was we had placed our lives and destinies in the hands of the pilot. Everything depended on his character and competence...
I knew we were in trouble when his response to me began,"Dude, it's like this.." He did not even have a job! He mostly surfed. He said the reason he got started flying hot-air balloons was that he had been driving around in his pick up when he'd had too much to drink, crashed the truck and badly injured his brother. His brother still couldn't get around too well, so watching hot-air balloons gave him something to do... The giant question at a moment like that is "Can I trust the pilot?"
Everyday you and I take another leg of our journey in this giant balloon that's whirling around this vast universe. We'll get only one trip. I long to take it with an enormous spirit of adventure and risk-and I'll bet you do too. But it's a pretty uncertain ride sometimes. I wish the walls of my basket went a little higher. I wish the balloon was a little thicker. I wonder how the ride will end up. I'm not sure how it will handle the way down... My story, like every human story, is, at least in part, the struggle between faith and fear.
**Now, we have a trustworthy pilot. Yes, things will be rough at some point or the other during the ride, but we go through all these to make us stronger and better. So this coming year, don't run from hard times. Do away with fear. Look at them as stepping stones to greatness. Enjoy the ride, you only get one! Happy New Year people!!! Three cheers for the best Pilot in the world!
by:John Ortberg(provided by Lydia)
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