Time (poeTry)

by amica paige



Who are you?
What are you?
You merciless beast
Who only but take us to
The reaper — so grim
You truly are in cohorts with him
Ushering us away
From our fleeting innocence
And passionate longings of our youth
Only to wither and decay
And be delivered to the hands of death.

Who do you think you are?
What do you think we are?
Just fishes in the sea
That you hook and reel in?—
To be baked or fried
Or eaten alive?
Yet, the good ones are spared
And the rotten thrown out
You merciless beast
You truly are
In cohorts with him!

Coherence (poeTry)

***Written in 08.09.07
by amica paige



I fish them out
Of my head, you see
Still words elude me
They swim away
In the bottomless waters
Of the abyss
Where thoughts abound

I fish for words
Inside my head, you know
And what you read now
Is all that I’ve caught
From the bottomless waters
Of the abyss
Where thoughts abound

Wise One (poeTry)

by amica paige



Oh, wise one
Oh, truth
Oh, master of time
Oh, lord of air
Who has treaded upon the waters
and laid out the veins of earth
with fiery words?

Oh, source of light
Oh, giver of life
Oh, father of eve
Oh savior of mankind
Who has suffered the darkest depths
of the human heart,
and yet did not utter hate as his blood was shed?

In absurd gentleness
In total surrender
Who merely cried out, “Why—
Father has though, me, forsaken?”
To make way for redemption
Through unthinkable love and forgiveness
Despite the scorn of a thousand thorns and lashes?

Oh, king of kings
Oh, lord of all
Oh, wise one
Who seeks wisdom anymore
in humility and meekness
that truth might be granted to light up our lamps
when you suddenly come?

Piercing the dark with your light
to unveil the truth
and reveal all the mysteries ever hidden from man
Your word is a sword
You are the word
And the word was with God
And the word was God, through whom all things were made.

Jesus. Yeshua. Jesus.
The way, the truth, and the life.
Regardless of what man believes,
You will come again in all your glory
after the good news is preached
to the ends of the earth
Oh, God of the heavens.

Snob (poeTry)

by amica paige



***While intending to make new goals for this year, i ended up uncovering instead some unmet goals in the years past, including this poetry, which I had written a year or two ago and later forgot about. Well, it's about time...for posting.

What a snob Time is!
It never stops for you and me.
It passes as I write,
and my thoughts and ink flow.
I stop. Time goes.
It runs on and on—
its destination unknown
to make it back perhaps
to its master…
on time.