tremors wrote:Passion and Rapture
Two words
That could rip the world in two
When did they decide God lives in a word?
Why can truth only be read
Not felt?
An intimate voice
In somebody's head
Like a whisper in the ear
Telling us 'jump, jump jump'
'Stop, Go, Slow'
But what's that we really hear
us readers?
Why so strong?
A pull away from what we trusted
What we knew
What we knew to be true
Books change earth
Change everything
And so we dissect endlessly
But whose is that voice?
(You know I've never had a real argument where
'I've changed my mind')
But a solitary beach, pages turning
blowing in the breeze
Revelations come
Ideas cease to freeze
And something speaks
- 'Ah, I see'
I feel a stirring deep in me
(Intimacy?)
The Passion,
A Rapture
Can someone not write us
A kinder sequel?
This is amazing, you have captured a life or mind ruled by passion, yet questioned because of the world around us. Trusting ourselves is the hardest thing we learn here in this life and your words capture that struggle. Your imagery of the concrete, that which is known,
the imagery of books, the written word is so very creative and gets your point across beautifully.
"But a solitary beach, pages turning
blowing in the breeze
Revelations come
Ideas cease to freeze
And something speaks"
wonderful and for me that describes passion!
thanks for this
