Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Meditations on Poverty of Spirit
Don't you see, my soul?
Matthew 5:3 is my Cinderella story.
Dirt and soot and ashes that I am,
Knowing thusly I have become the wife of the Lamb.
By Samantha Lindholm
Written May 6, 2012
Matthew 5:3 is my Cinderella story.
Dirt and soot and ashes that I am,
Knowing thusly I have become the wife of the Lamb.
By Samantha Lindholm
Written May 6, 2012
"Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven." -Matt. 5:3
Just Yes
I don’t have all the poetry right.
The stanzas aren’t always rhythm-tight.
I don’t throw out couplets by the dozens
Like Shakespeare and his cousins.
I just have a “yes” resounding in my soul,
So with emphatic answer come
And make Your promise full.
And make Your promise full.
By Samantha Lindholm
Written May 6, 2012
Yes, the inclusion of the two rhyming couplets is ironic... :)
Thursday, May 3, 2012
With the Wait You Wait
The heroic soul waits.
And waits. And waits.
She passes up the fleeting dates
Of half-loves and false-loves.
She sees her life through eyes of faith.
Beauty, you move the world
With the wait you wait.
Feel it - a soon-coming, immeasurable weight of glory;
You're turning the first few pages
Of your own love story.
By Samantha Lindholm
Written May 3, 2012
And waits. And waits.
She passes up the fleeting dates
Of half-loves and false-loves.
She sees her life through eyes of faith.
Beauty, you move the world
With the wait you wait.
Feel it - a soon-coming, immeasurable weight of glory;
You're turning the first few pages
Of your own love story.
By Samantha Lindholm
Written May 3, 2012
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
I'm working on my final paper for my Composition II class - a comparative analysis of Hamlet by William Shakespeare and Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead by Tom Stoppard. I felt like sharing some of the funnier quotes I found in my reading.
COLORS
"The colors red, blue, and green are real. The colour yellow is a mystical experience shared by everybody..." -Guildenstern, Act 1
TRYING TO FIGURE OUT THE DIRECTION OF THE WIND
"GUIL: I'm trying to establish the direction of the wind.
ROS: There isn't any wind. Draught, yes.
GUIL: In that case, the origin. Trace it to its source and it might give us a rough idea of the way we came in - rough idea of south, for further reference.
ROS: It's coming up throughout the floor. (He studies the floor.) That can't be south, can it?
GUIL: That's not a direction. Lick your toe and wave it around a bit.
My goodness, a few of the scenes in this play crack me up! I hope you enjoyed them.
COLORS
"The colors red, blue, and green are real. The colour yellow is a mystical experience shared by everybody..." -Guildenstern, Act 1
TRYING TO FIGURE OUT THE DIRECTION OF THE WIND
"GUIL: I'm trying to establish the direction of the wind.
ROS: There isn't any wind. Draught, yes.
GUIL: In that case, the origin. Trace it to its source and it might give us a rough idea of the way we came in - rough idea of south, for further reference.
ROS: It's coming up throughout the floor. (He studies the floor.) That can't be south, can it?
GUIL: That's not a direction. Lick your toe and wave it around a bit.
ROS considers the distance of his foot.
ROS: No, I think you'd have to lick it for me.
Pause.
GUIL: I'm prepared to let the whole matter drop."
BRAINPOWER
"GUIL: You can still think, can't you?
ROS: I think so."
ENGLAND?
"ROS: I don't believe in it anyway.
GUIL: What?
ROS: England.
GUIL: Just a conspiracy of cartographers, then?"
THE QUESTION GAME
"ROS: Do you want to play questions?
GUIL: How do you play that?
ROS: You have to ask a question.
GUIL: Statement. One - love.
ROS: Cheating.
GUIL: How?
ROS: I haven't started yet.
GUIL: Statement. Two - love.
ROS: Are you counting that?
GUIL: What?
ROS: Are you counting that?
GUIL: Foul. No repetition. Three - love and game.
ROS: I'm not going to play if you're going to be like that."
PIRATES
"PLAYER: Pirates could happen to anyone..."
PIRATES
"PLAYER: Pirates could happen to anyone..."
Saturday, April 28, 2012
The Deep
Every time I stand on the shore,
The ocean tide arrives to meet me.
It calls me in; calls for more,
It calls me to claim a thing worth dying for.
In beckoning me, these waves draw back from the sand;
An invitation. They show me how to leave the land.
The deep in You is calling out to the deep in me,
For in my heart lives the sea.
And Your sea cries, “Come and live in Me!”
By Samantha Lindholm
Written April 28, 2012
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