Walking the Halls of History

These halls full of history

are haunted by ghosts.

They echo with the faint whispering

of secrets passed from guest to host.

Their shelves hold jeweled crowns

which rested on royal heads,

and their hooks hold masterpieces

of famous artists now long dead.

These halls attended marriages

and the celebration of male heirs,

gravely tracking the orderly procession

of Henry’s wives by trial and error.

They endured the exchange of the kingdom

from one generation to the next,

standing in silent observation

at titles bought for the price of a neck.

These halls have painted eyes

and frowns in heavy frames

of historic figures from long ago

with eternally remembered names.

How different must their lives have been

from those who walk these halls today,

who place their feet on worn down stone

and gawk at the splendor on display.

These halls have seen more history

than history books can show.

Even now they still stand watching,

allowing their knowledge of the world to grow.

 

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Goodbye and Good Luck

I’m sorry for chasing when you said no.

I’m sorry for being unable to let go.

It’s in my nature to fight for those

Who stood beside me as I faced foes.

Yet I cannot make or change your choice,

For you are free to express your voice.

 

The link that survived the initial flame

Has weakened in the cold silence of rain,

While cycles of disappointment and pain

Caused relentless heaving and unbearable strain.

Although the cord is not yet severed, I’ll let it fall slack,

For I recognize and accept that you aren’t coming back.

 

Despite the distance between us, I wish only the best,

For you on your journey through life’s endless tests.

I’m sure it’s mutual, this feeling of mine,

That our hopes for each other won’t fade over time.

The only thing I have left to offer isn’t much,

Just a simple saying, goodbye and good luck.

A Labyrinth Lit by Starlight

There is a labyrinth connecting my brain and my tongue,

Where fear gobbles up wandering words one by one.

Those that survive the treacherous journey are few

And upon reaching the exit, they appear beaten and bruised.

They come out all jumbled and in quite a mess,

And for this reason, they perch on my lips less and less.

To be honest, I’m terrified to find out what you’ll think

When I manage to gather enough gumption to speak.

So please pay attention, don’t tell me to shoo,

If I decide to expose my broken words to you.

For my words may seem little, but they’ve traveled as far

As the dimmest of light from the most distant stars.

Too Soon (For Gracie Lou)

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I don’t know if you remember

The day we came to pick you up.

The day four scrawny squeaky Fisher kids

Brought home a young excited pup.

I don’t know if you remember

The times we played out in the snow,

When you’d nip at our gloved fingers

And chase all the balls we could throw.

I don’t know if you remember

The times we bathed you outside,

When we’d get covered in more soap than you

No matter how hard we tried.

I don’t know if you remember

The way your tail wacked our legs

Whether we’d been gone for a few moments

Or for a long couple of days.

I don’t know if you remember

How much our lives improved after we met,

But I truly hope you realize

That we will never, ever forget.

You Are Your Own Worst Critic (The Heart of a Writer)

I wish I was a poet,

But I seem to lack finesse.

My majestic, glittering details

Are more like a sloppy mess,

Heaped into a pile

And left for a day or two

To disintegrate in acidic rain

Reeking of nasty poo.

I wish I was a poet,

But I can’t get the rhythm right.

The consonants and vowels

End up in a heated fight —

Like boxers in a padded ring

Fists up, prepared to strike

Waiting for the bell to ding

So they can kick and hit and bite.

I wish I was a poet,

But I stink at symbolism.

I am the parent feeding their kid

Baked, unadulterated criticism.

My children just can’t please me

In the way that I think they should,

So surely other people won’t

Consider them any good.

A Friend Is What The Heart Needs All The Time

You know when you’re sitting in a crowded room with your best friend and you use that unspoken, secret language mostly consisting of facial cues to have a full blown conversation?

Well, that is what I want to have with God.  To be in life, in any normal situation, however busy, boring, or baffling and subtly carry on a conversation with Him.  I want to be in a constant dialogue with God, to be sending and receiving messages as easily as giving my best friend a slight eyebrow raise from across the room, receiving back a sly wink, and knowing exactly what it means. I want every heartbeat and every breath to be part of the discussion.  I want two way communication.

The only problem is that I don’t know where to begin.

I read the bible every day; I pray every night; I go to church on Sundays.  But, I want more. I want to know Him on a personal level. I want to see Him, hear Him, feel Him.  I want to hear his laughter more often, for I have on rare occasions and it is a miraculous thing.  It’s not as though I have yet to receive any messages at all.  He has sent a few – most often when I am complaining about something… Did anybody else just hear a soft chuckle?

But I want more.

I want to live my life for him, with Him, and because of Him.

The bible says that if you seek then you will find, if you ask then it will be given, and if you knock the door will be opened.  So, this is me: seeking, asking, and knocking.

Here I am Lord. What now?

My Summer Job

Sunscreen

Seaweed

Algae and foam

Sand shores

Seashells

Waves with free roam

Tall sails

Slim pier

Sleeping boats wake

Soft breeze

White clouds

Shiny blue lake

Inside

I sit

Fingers on keys

Paperwork

Flipping files

Yearning for the sea

The Tale of a Drowning Fish

imagesThere once was a fish proud and pale

with a big head and a narrow tail.

It flexed every muscle

and strained every bone

to swim against the current

choosing a path all its own.

Its little brain could not make sense

of the large River that tugged

sharp as the shiny hooks and wires

that floated down from up above.

With its plan set firmly in place

it failed to realize what was best —

that giving in to the River’s plan

would bring it peace and rest.

Instead, it faced upstream;

its scales taking blows

from rounded pebbles and stringy weeds;

so that its heart was fully exposed.

It fought the raging River

with everything it had

until its pride began to bleed

and the last of its hope went bad.

The Dancing Introvert

I ended up at a little dance last night. Well, actually, it was a surprise party thrown for the seniors on my track team, but regardless it turned into a dance session with a DJ, a photo booth, and some good food.

For all of you who don’t know, dancing is way out of my comfort zone. I am a very quiet, very still, calm, introvert, who likes nerdy TV shows and plays cards for fun. But, I forced myself to jump in for a few songs before I needed to retreat back to the safety of my empty table.

I found that I had a lot more fun watching my teammates and friends have a good time, than going out and trying to look like a fool myself. Purposefully being ridiculous makes me uncomfortable and that makes it hard for me to enjoy myself. Still, I think it was good for me to venture outside of my comfort zone a little bit and give this thing people call dancing a try.  I was not very good at it, but the experience allowed me to learn some things about myself.

I’d like to encourage all of the introverts out there who may stumble across this post to take a chance from time to time to stretch your boundaries, because you never know, you might find something you really enjoy.  Or, like in this instance, you may learn just how far you can go before you hit that feeling of being overwhelmed.  Stretching and growing your boundaries are a healthy, natural part of life.  (Even if it is really scary sometimes!)

To Makeup or Not to Makeup, That is the Question

I wore make-up for the first time today. (Besides the one time when I was forced to wear some for a family picture, that is). I let my friends put some on me for fun.  The one applying the makeup had this excited, almost surprised grin on her face the whole time, while the other added commentary such as: “you no longer have virgin eyelashes, Meg!” (mascara).

While it has taken me nearly twenty years to give it a try, I’ve never really been against make-up. I think a lot of girls wear too much, but I don’t think that is really what stopped me from wearing it for this long.  II think it had more to do with my opinions about my own appearance.

I have never really thought of myself as beautiful. I don’t think I’m ugly; I just think I am plain. I don’t stand out in a crowd, although, I wouldn’t really want to — I don’t like having too much attention. Appearances have never really been that important to me. I look at other girls and think “wow they’re gorgeous”, but my own reflection never carried much weight. I just sort of accepted the fact that I had a plain face and there wasn’t much of a point in trying to cover it up or change it.

The biggest reason that I have never worn makeup is because I wanted to believe that I was happy with the way I looked. I told myself that God created me with the skin I have, breakouts and all. He gave me my blue/grey eyes with their inner rim of yellow, my thick, dark eyebrows, and my long, slightly lumpy nose. And when He finished creating me, God saw that it was good. So, why should I think any differently?

I’m learning that maybe it’s okay to take charge of some things in my life. It’s not that I am improving God’s creation (or even improving myself at all), but rather I am simply working with what I have. I am not painting on a mask to hide behind or cover up, but instead I am just adding a little color and extenuating the long eyelashes I already have. I don’t think there is anything wrong with wearing a blue shirt to make my eyes pop, so why should makeup be any different.

All in all, I think I’ve decided to give it a try. I plan on testing it out some over the summer with the help of a few friends and seeing where it goes from there.