Wild Strawberries And A Poem

I recently watched Ingmar Bergman’s achingly doleful Wild Strawberries, and one particular part stood out: the poem read by Isak Borg, the lonely old professor, when asked to resolve a lunchtime debate over the existence of God. After some Internet research, I learned the poem is an 1819 Swedish hymn by Josef Olaf Wallin called “Where is… Read more Wild Strawberries And A Poem

those three words… part 2

Those wordsThose three wordsThe end all of every phone callThe start of every time apart from youThe definition of what we areTogether apart, either one is better than beforeSitting in neutral, afraid to say more Those wordsThose three wordsThey flow like a wave awayCrashing on the dock of the bayWith grace and sometimes misplacementBut I’ve… Read more those three words… part 2

those three words…

Those wordsThose three wordsThe bane of my existenceThe thesis of the paper I’ve never writtenThe end of the date I never went onThe kiss goodbye I never got or gave Those wordsThose three wordsThey end every phone callEvery birthday card, every letter homeExcept mineI can’t send these three little wordsFrom my head to an utteranceIt’s… Read more those three words…

tension and release…

Intro. The weather is music to my ears. Crescendos and decrescendos, tension and release. Today started out without a cloud in sight. Pianissimo. It was hot, but things were moving along fine. As the day went on, the clouds appeared. Then a few more. Then a bigger batch arrives. The orchestra builds on harmonies and… Read more tension and release…

oh, the world we live

The great outdoors just came out of the washThe birds they sing a song under my close watchMillions and millions of fallen raindropsOh, they make me stop and realize We congregate, we come around to seeThe smallest leaves grow from the biggest treeMillions and millions of colors shiningOh, they open wide my open eyes Breathe… Read more oh, the world we live

I fought you for so long…

Imagine: Darkness, accompanied by golden light from surrounding “Narnia” lamp posts. The snow slowly permeates everything in sight, including your face. The path you’re on shines like diamonds and swivels oh so gracefully alongside a sparkling river. Soft piano music dances into your ear, choreographed perfectly with the falling flakes. Now, tell me that God… Read more I fought you for so long…

Brightest

Walking back to my dorm from chapel last night, I saw the coolest image I’ve seen in a long time. A full moon against a dark sky with the slightest shade of the darkest blue you could imagine. Clouds shaped like cotton ball clusters slid by the moon so gracefully. Coincidentally, a Copeland song called… Read more Brightest

Souvenirs

It’s fall outside, of orange and redthere’s a chill on the airwinter’s biting at my front doorand I’ve plunged into despair The sun is setting, the wind’s suspendingon the golden horizonthe leaves crunch to my earsthe colors are souvenirsand they’re saying ‘come home son’ This is the lifethis is the listeningof words we missof songs… Read more Souvenirs