Scribe's Journal

As of olden quotes and modern notes
Such tenderness a hand in yours
Such enablement a hand be yours
A medium of life's undertakings
A hand is made for the taking

For when the creation was good
Thus the wonder of the moment
The mold of the creator's own
The hand which birth to all
Let yours and mine rejoice!

To wonders the hands could do
Till destruction it may brew
Such power to none has fathomed
Such glorious inglory uncertain
Let it rest silenced till the Day

For much it can make
So much it will break
Countless art it is to create
Yet the limit is not to break
So much it could do so few it could make

And for such we call unto Thee
One who knew not mistakes
One who put all he was at stake
To that on our knees we fall
My prayer accomplishes that of my hands could not.

Delighted to the bundle of joy a woman who births,
In agony of sorrow the fruit of the womb anticipates,
Of care & love thus woman knew little end;
Such blessed the woman knows only to give.

How did a young sought such destruction?
Bitter sweet do not take me wrong;
Woman knows one when the Father has gifts,
How did a young sought much healing?

Young to the lad, weightly took heed,
Ordained to lead, gifted to speak,
Lit are the ways Father is seeked,
Pure of those hearts, how could I remind?

Part of the boy, the other a man?
How it could be, a thorn went steep?
Dreams were the days, old are the ways,
Sense to the none; nay, they are not! not even a way.

Castle named charm, fortress called sleek,
Ladies to the amount romped in deep,
Fresh acquaintance hollers pride,
Quickened heart why to no despise?

Hush, hush quickened heart,
Thought of every moonlight,
A hope for lass of my youth,
Gracing dove-like knowing not soon.

Regarded not but to the follies of past,
Pierced are the hearts lest it should last,
Knew not the tears what the ear had heard;
Acts to the fool that heart knows hurt.

Commited are so that foolish ways,
Lead him as so dear Father I pray,
Taught my heart, let it come to past;
Commited so be it my ways, Jesus henceforth my part.

The fruit of such woman's womb now breaks in pain,
Forgive done his ways, forgiven thus my days,
I'm sorry.

Stay tuned for a series of hopeful events right here... Getting my camera back soon hopefully.

Aw... Definitely :)

I couldn't agree more with this label. Shall live by it :D

The hardest part of departing from this place,
is to not know have I been there before
& at the same time experiencing its soil
my footprints proves it true.

Simpler than these of chipping down a mountain
with no more than a silver coin how should I proceed?
to behold unable to withhold,
such passion unwilling to be mentioned,
may it be now let our hearts not doubt.

Ah, let the good men prove me wrong!
Such a season given to unreasoned fluctuant competence,
be vigilant for the demeanor of youth;
tenderly insulted by imponderable descrepance
I will heed for my Lord sent before I could spend,
the lot in heaps amiss
Father knows best for our increase;
If ever He wills I'll be here again,
stronger & higher than I have been.

But have I been there? Have I seen?
The beauty of lillies how shall they compare?
A thousand garlands can't withstand a share
certainly the Maker foremost thought of you so fair
replicating your beauty to the gardens in every square.
The beauty of lillies how shall they withstand?
A thousand garlands is still beyond compare.

How wonderful my Savior has drawn out & planned,
that two ends should meet completing a whole.
No, no, no, must not be broken ends;
but completed, harmonizing a single whole.
Such mysteries Solomon & his beloved did foretold.

Yet the hardest part still plagues me adazed;
how will I ever leave this place?