I Know, I Know.

A spring in her step and I know April's near,
I know summer's come when her freckles appear.
A glow in her cheeks and I know autumn's dawn,
But winter sinks in and I know she's gone.
-KW

Hilf

Nicht lustig.
Nicht gesund.
Immer traurig.
Böse Mund.

Will sterben.
Mich heilen.
Not dadrin.
Mich weilen.

Not funny.
Not okay.
Always sad.
Evil face.

Would die.
Heal inside me.
Dark sigh.
Sanctify me.

Surprised by Joy

I have to share this poem. It left me in tears. 

Surprised by Joy
     BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTHSurprised by joy—impatient as the Wind
I turned to share the transport—Oh! with whom
But Thee, long buried in the silent Tomb,
That spot which no vicissitude can find?
Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind—
But how could I forget thee?—Through what power,
Even for the least division of an hour,
Have I been so beguiled as to be blind
To my most grievous loss!—That thought’s return
Was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore,
Save one, one only, when I stood forlorn,
Knowing my heart’s best treasure was no more;
That neither present time, nor years unborn
Could to my sight that heavenly face restore. 

This, by the way, is the poem after which Lewis named his autobiography of faith. Read it; it will change your life. 

3 Day Quote Challenge: Day 3

Day 1
Day 2

Well, I was looking at the lyrics of Day by Day by Andrew Peterson, trying to pick just one quote from it, but I couldn't; it's all too good. He's such a wordsmith, and his songs are so inspired. The tune is equally beautiful.

Well, we took a train to Kensington
And listened to the children run
Just beyond the garden gate
Where Peter and Wendy played

There was a sign that said we weren't allowed
To duck inside and join the crowd
Without a son or daughter's hand
To lead us into Neverland

And it hurt so bad
But it's so good to be young
And I don't want to go back
I just want to go on and on and on
Day by day, day by day

And everybody's so surprised
When right before your very eyes
Your baby's in the second grade
You blink and it's her wedding day

And we just can't get used to being here
Where the ticking clock is loud and clear
Children of eternity
On the run from entropy

And it hurts so bad
But it's so good to be young
And I don't want to go back
I just want to go on and on and on

Day by day, day by day

So don't lose heart
Though your body's wasting away
Your soul is not
It's being remade
Day by day by day

Well, you have never met a single soul
Who didn't feel the curse's toll
Who didn't wish that death would die
Maybe that's the reason why

And it hurts so bad
But it's so good to be young
And I don't want to go back
I just want to go on and on and on

So don't lose heart
Though your body's wasting away
Your soul is not
It's being remade
So don't lose heart
Don't lose heart
Your body will rise and never decay
Day by day by day

Again I have no choice but to tag fictional characters. Poor me. :D

Zack Somethingsomething at I Like Things That Go 'Boom'
Hurrykat at How to Fly
Spanner at I Have Competitive Issues

Brown and Grey and Black

I saw him sit against a wall

He never ever moved at all.

His eyes were closed, his breath was slow.

Was he awake? I never know.

His feet are narrow and are tall.

The color of the sand in fall

When it is stained, more dark than light.

His soles are tan, his skin is white.

He sat with legs extended out

In front of him, which brought about

The strangest sense of jealousy;

He was more pliable than me.

Against the wall his back was straight

His slender legs - he never ate -

Seemed unattached to his body

Stretched out in flexibility.

His clothes were simple, brown and grey

And black, like night, but unlike day.

His hat, however, was in blue.

A streak of orange, a lighter hue.

Beneath the brim - well worn and frayed -

Dark bangs, left-sweeping, were displayed.

And tufts of black swept up behind

His ears and neck, and brought to mind

Dark eyelashes against his cheeks

In silent thought - he never speaks -

And eyebrows, darker, thicker still,

Like frost upon a window sill.

Behind those lids are pools of brown,

A broken heart, a soul cast down.

He sits, unable to disclose,

And hurts, and hurts, and no one knows.