Olisco

Colorado

Sat, 27 Dec 2008 19:13:20 GMT

You were my first impression,
And it was quite an impression.
Your energy swept me up,
It has not ended, like Kansas.
But I finally had to let you go.
And when I actually looked nice enough,
You vanished with an
All-too-brief embrace and an unfair rush. .

Prairie gave way to the Rocky Mountains.

I basked in your shadow.
Your lips are imprinted on my cheek,
My tattoo.
You may think of me as a child,
But the smallest person can change
The course of the future.
I was the pebble that probably
Caused your avalanche.
Though, you were dangerous to begin with.

I've got diamonds on the soles of my shoes,
An onyx on one and a ruby on the other, too.
How can I choose between
Two brothers?

Today I am
Carolina
And today I am trying to
Breathe.

My First Concert

Sat, 27 Sep 2008 19:26:33 GMT

Glass Globe

Fri, 15 Aug 2008 15:35:02 GMT

George MacDonald is one of my favorite authors. I've been reading his book Phantastes every night before I go to sleep. A week or so ago, I stumbled across a certain passage (I've been meaning to post this for a while) that instantly and eerily reminded me of a Poem (<- click!) I wrote about a year ago. Here is the excerpt:

One bright noon, a little maiden joined me, coming through the wood in a direction at right angles to my path. She came along singing and dancing, happy as a child, though she seemed almost a woman. In her hands -- now in one, now in another -- she carried a small globe, bright and clear as the purest crystal. This seemed at once her plaything and her greatest treasure. At one moment, you would have thought her utterly careless of it, and at another, overwhelmed with anxiety for its safety. But I believe she was taking care of it all the time, perhaps not least when least occupied about it. She stopped by me with a smile, and bade me good day with the sweetest voice. I felt a wonderful liking to the child -- for she produced on me more the impression of a child, though my understanding told me differently. We talked a little, and then walked on together in the direction I had been pursuing. I asked her about the globe she carried, but getting no definite answer, I held out my hand to take it. She drew back, and said, but smiling almost invitingly the while, "You must not touch it;" -- then, after a moment's pause -- "Or if you do, it must be very gently." I touched it with a finger. A slight vibratory motion arose in it, accompanied, or perhaps manifested, by a faint sweet sound. I touched it again, and the sound increased. I touched it the third time: a tiny torrent of harmony rolled out of the little globe. She would not let me touch it any more.
��We travelled on together all that day. She left me when twilight came on; but next day, at noon, she met me as before, and again we travelled till evening. The third day she came once more at noon, and we walked on together. Now, though we had talked about a great many things connected with Fairy Land, and the life she had led hitherto, I had never been able to learn anything about the globe. This day, however, as we went on, the shadow glided round and inwrapt the maiden. It could not change her. But my desire to know about the globe, which in his gloom began to waver as with an inward light, and to shoot out flashes of many-coloured flame, grew irresistible. I put out both my hands and laid hold of it. It began to sound as before. The sound rapidly increased, till it grew a low tempest of harmony, and the globe trembled, and quivered, and throbbed between my hands. I had not the heart to pull it away from the maiden, though I held it in spite of her attempts to take it from me; yes, I shame to say, in spite of her prayers, and, at last, her tears. The music went on growing in, intensity and complication of tones, and the globe vibrated and heaved; till at last it burst in our hands, and a black vapour broke upwards from out of it; then turned, as if blown sideways, and enveloped the maiden, hiding even the shadow in its blackness. She held fast the fragments, which I abandoned, and fled from me into the forest in the direction whence she had come, wailing like a child, and crying, "You have broken my globe; my globe is broken -- my globe is broken!" I followed her, in the hope of comforting her; but had not pursued her far, before a sudden cold gust of wind bowed the tree-tops above us, and swept through their stems around us; a great cloud overspread the day, and a fierce tempest came on, in which I lost sight of her. It lies heavy on my heart to this hour. At night, ere I fall asleep, often, whatever I may be thinking about, I suddenly hear her voice, crying out, "You have broken my globe; my globe is broken; ah, my globe!"

"Found" Poem

Tue, 15 Jul 2008 00:17:05 GMT

Indeed she was nearer to being kissed at that
Moment than never before in her life.
And in that moment,
She realized just how much she loved him,
How much she loved all of them.
But she was not dealing
In the false coin of vanity and lust.
It was not the kind of love one falls into,
But one that stems from laughter, ridiculous songs
In the car, warm fuzzies, and the Holy Spirit.
It was a simple but fierce adoration.
Philia, perhaps even agape,
But not eros.

And she threw her arms round his neck many times,
Clinging the same way the child clung to her
That surprising last afternoon;
With the same love, she let her younger friend, sister
Lay down her sweet and weary head
In her lap, and she stroked the curls off her brow,
Twisting them gently round her fingers.
In that way, she washed her feet.
Time and time again, she embraced her dearly beloveds.
"One human heart goes out to
Others, undeterred by what lies between.
Thus does my heart go out to you, and though
I shall not see you for a long time,
Perhaps until we meet again in heaven,
It loves you still and
Truly believes it shall sit beside you forever."
That was what she wanted to say,
But the words became stuck in her throat.

She looks gorgeous when she cries;
Her eyes shine and sparkle.
Because she had been with the Lord,
Her face is radiant.
So her entire countanence, her
Very being, is illuminated.
When she finished speaking to them,
She had a veil over her face,
A mask of weariness.
She doesn't want the world to see her,
Because she doesn't think that they'll understand.
But she can never hide the light in her eyes,
Like stars dissolved in emerald and gold.

The sweet warm air met
Her like a high wave.
And the peace which she always found
Filled her utterly as she
Looked across the valley below
To the soaring green heights, smooth, enormous,
Hazy in the noon heat.
Beneath her feet the grassy slopes
Fell away steeply to where
She would soon return.

She walked down that mountain with her
Pierced heart held high.
The fishers of men, her people,
How was she supposed to say goodbye to them?
People like that don't come around much.
They are as close as kindred,
For holy water is as thick as blood.
And her tears fell into the cup of wine,
For His Spirit moved through her
Like a mighty rushing wind;
It shook her to her soul.
But their embraces kept her steady.

She sleeps now,
And dreams of them.
She will remember them every once in a while,
And think of them fondly,
Late at night, then again when she wakes.
Their stories are light,
Filling her up with hope and goodwill,
The will to go on.

It is right for her to feel this way about all of them,
Since she has them in her sacred heart.
She still longs for them,
With the very affection of Jesus Christ.
Hallelujah.

Note: I will be continually editing/perfecting this poem. It's called "found" poetry, because about 50% of this poem comes lines of books or songs that I've tweaked.

Personality Test

Sat, 31 May 2008 02:46:45 GMT

Apparently I'm...agreeable and rather neurotic. XD
My Personality


Neuroticism	88
Extraversion	31
Openness to Experience	59
Agreeableness	93
Conscientiousness	62

You don't usually get angry too easily but some things can annoy you, however you experience panic, confusion, and helplessness when under pressure or stress. People generally perceive you as distant and reserved, and you do not usually reach out to others. You prefer familiar routines and for things to stay the same. You can tend to feel uncomfortable with change. You are tenderhearted and compassionate, feeling the pain of others vicariously and are easily moved to pity, however you find helping other people genuinely rewarding and are generally willing to assist those who are in need. You find that doing things for others is a form of self-fulfillment rather than self-sacrifice. You take your time when making decisions and will deliberate on all the possible consequences and alternatives.

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Horse Racing

Sat, 03 May 2008 22:31:38 GMT

It's sometimes called the Sport of Kings. But no one knows for certain who the "kings" are...maybe it's because royalty enjoys watching it. Or maybe the horses themselves are the royalty. It's plausible...they certainly deserve the title.
My own horse, Truman, is a son (of 998) of Seattle Slew, the undefeated Triple Crwn Winner. But he never actually raced. I believe that makes him a Prince in exile...
~Elizabeth

Easter Wednesday

Wed, 26 Mar 2008 21:36:01 GMT

For yesterday, the scripture in my daily devotional booklet was "'Do not hold on to me'" John 20:11-18. It told the story of Mary Magdalene reaching for Jesus, upon seeing that He was indeed alive, and Jesus gently telling her not to cling. She then obediently went and proclaimed the good news.
I am not like her. When I see the risen Lord, I just want to hold on to Him. I am not willing to follow where He leads or exactly do what He tells me. I am not willing leave the garden and go out into the world.
My devotional quoted Barbara Brown Taylor: "[Jesus] knows that we would rather keep him with us where we are than let him take us where he is going. Better we should let him hold on to us, perhaps."
I fear I just can't do that. I can't gather enough strength to be like Mary Magdalene.
I am not much of a lioness...
~Elizabeth

Easter

Tue, 25 Mar 2008 03:56:19 GMT

Sing now, all ye people of the Tower of Anor,
for the Realm of Sauron is ended forever,
and the Dark Tower is thrown down.

Sing and rejoice ye people of the Tower of Guard,
for your watch hath not been in vain,
and the Black Gate is broken,
and your King hath passed through,
and he is victorious.

Sing be glad, all ye children of the West,
for your King shall come again,
and he shall dwell among you
all the days of your life.

and the Tree that was withered shall be renewed,
and he shall plant it in the high places,
and the City shall be blessed.

Sing all ye people.
~The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King

"Now come the days of the King. May they be blessed." -Gandalf

The Dawnless Day

Sat, 22 Mar 2008 16:51:01 GMT

...I dreamt that I was a lioness, and I sat beneath a tree. A deep twilight gloom was all about, but I knew it was supposed to be morning...I kept saying, 'That death was not right, it was not justified'....I don't know who I was talking about...
~Elizabeth

The Dawnless Day ~ The Lord of the Rings

'Pippin was roused by Gandalf. Candles were lit in their chamber, for only a dim twilight came thruogh the windows; the air was heavy as with approaching thunder ... And the gloom began to weight on his spirits. It was dark and dim all day. From the sunless dawn until evening the heavy shadow had deepened, and all hearts in the City were oppressed. Far above a great cloud streamed slowly westward from the Black Land, devouring light, borne upon a wind of war; but belw the air was still and breathless, as if all the Vale of Anduin waited for the onset of a ruinous storm.' (p. 788-789)

Things I Need to Remember

Sat, 23 Feb 2008 03:40:46 GMT

-My Father watches over me as I sleep
-"God does not force His way into your heart, He writes the Word on your heart and when your heart breaks, He falls in." ~ anonymous Rabbi
-"No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. ~ Romans 8:38-39
-Endurance

~Elizabeth

"As soon as Roverandom heard that voice, he sat up and begged.
'My little begging dog!' said little boy Two (of course); and he ran up and patted him. 'Where have you been to?'
...Roverandom said how sorry he was, and he told the little boy how he had fallen out of his pocket; and all about Psamathos, and Mew, and many of the adventures he had had since he was lost. That is how the little boy and his brothers got to know about the odd fellow in the sand, and learned a lot of other useful things they might otherwise have missed. Little boy Two thought that 'Roverandom' was a splendid name. 'I shall call you that too,' he said. 'And don't forget that you still belong to me!" - Roverandom by J.R.R. Tolkien