Category Archives: English

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Complaints in Contemplation

Lord,
How hard is it
To pretend
Nothing is wrong
When you cry almost every night
Lost in dark thoughts
At the edge of
Giving up
Yet
The mere thought of giving up
Makes you take
One more step back
Seeing all one would lose
One decide to change her mind
I need Your help
To try again
And again
And again.
Amen.

-jara-
(c.2013)

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A Perfect Birthday

I asked Our Lord
“Lord, make this birthday
A perfect day.”
With that prayer in my heart
I held up my hopes.
Then one after another
Like a thread that is unravelled:
My requests: no one took note of
They chose
A song I did not like
Misspelled names
Limited to just a few choices
Far from being perfect
So I went to our Lord:
“I came only to complain…”
He gently touched my heart
And explained:
“The perfect birthday
One day would be
Your dies natalis
When I shall come
To take you with Me.
Yet it is so near perfect
To be surrounded by those
Who love you and pray for you
To unite yourself
To Me in Holy Communion.”
I pondered His words
And after a little more thought…
I change my mind
And agreed with Him,
“…Well, it was a perfect birthday afterall!”

-jara-
(c. 2012)

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Sand and Shore

If it be
The waves beckon
These grains that glisten in the sun
To travel far
And settle far off
To begin again

And if it be
The foam withdraws
The rocks stay stoic
Night or day
Apart, away
Not now, I pray

For sea and shore
Say so much more
Than ears can here

They speak of love
Of moving on
Of staying on
And going strong

-jara-
(c.2012)

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Dark Shadows

How do I sleep
When the night threatens me
Where do I seek
The light I used to know
Whom do I trust
When betrayals are all around me
Oh the deceit in the corners dank and dark

Dark shadows
You haunt me
I cannot hide
These secrets I want to burn

Dark shadows
You find me
I cannot hide
You are there at every turn

Oh, light, when shall you dispel the  darness within me?

-jara-
(c.  2012)

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Controversy

Black, white and grey
Upon the screen
I worked like any other day

Minding my own business

Yet you decided
About time to start
Upon this odd crusade

And thus a headcount was made

Not knowing at all
What was happening
I went my merry way

Then he asked if I was ok

Thus I learned
Off this strange plot
That was thrown upon my way

Oh, what despair, oh what dismay

But there was nothing definite
Your plans had failed, I’m told
An idea in disarray

And I’m saved for yet another day.

I’ve forgiven, not forgotten
Moved on, held my head up high
Inspite of all the talk

And that sign-up petition ended on a sour note.

-jara-
(c. 2012)

Note: Based on my true story