The Wandering Pen

2005-02-26T07:25:00.000-08:00

Through gloom we have traveled, through doom and deep darkness:
The cold of the night has encompassed our hope;
Yet soon o'er the hills shall a light shine in starkness:
We look to the morning, for sunrise we grope!

And glad shall we be at the eve of the morning,
When darkness and gloom into nothing shall fade.
The clouds shall be tender, the blue sky adorning
The Sun shall be shining when cometh the day!

When morning is come we'll forget all our sorrow
The pain if today and the fear of the night,
For Yesterday's joy is the stuff of Tomorrow:
Does sunrise not grow with the same ancient light?

Aye, ever and often is hope resurrected:
The grave cannot hold such a virtue divine.
When death meets the sunrise, our days are perfected:
For ours is the era when prophecies shine!

Yes, ours is the daystar, and ours is the dancing:
We'll march with the light to the meadows of old.
The night shall recede as we joyful go prancing
As lightly we laugh when our spirits are bold!

For us is the sunrise, the sheen and the shining
And ours shall the light that in darkness then glow:
When dead is the night, and all Hell is declining
Salvation and hope once again we shall know!

Rejoice, my beloved! Rejoice at the rising!
Forget all your worries and look to the day!
The demons of doom may surround us, despising:
But wait for the sunrise, and hold to its way!

How's that sound so far? I actually rather like it, but it might just be my bias. Do you think it stands well on its own, or should I continue? Any thoughts anyone has, do comment.

A scrap of calligraphy

2005-02-12T15:29:00.000-08:00

http://www.geocities.com/jacobandrews@sbcglobal.net/anaisanhlauran.JPG

anai san hlauran:
sikta nallo kelta lunte
si san hlauranti
na amainas yuuliente

First few lines are from a Psalm ("LORD, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; hear my voice, when I cry unto thee")... I'll be darned if I could remember which *embarrassed*. The last line reads "I love thee my Jill".

The Land of Yesterday

2005-01-18T18:37:00.000-08:00

I finally finished the poem. Behold it in all its angsty glory at http://www.fictionpress.com/read.php?storyid=1811106.

More scraps from LoY

2005-01-17T17:47:00.000-08:00

And yet through all the trouble and the torture that I've known
However far from Heaven to the Hell-pits I've been thrown
I count it not a wound, save that my love has known such pain:
My life and soul I'd give, that she'd be safe and pure again.

O God on High, Thou Ruling King, who everyone canst save!
Who from the depths of Sheol raised Thy Son from past the grave!
Show forth Thine hand upon the land: let not her go astray
E'en if I die, let Thou her find the Land of Yesterday!

For Thou alone canst save her, only Thou canst set her free
Canst send her to that legend-land across the stormy sea
E'en if I might be left behind, or swallowed by the wave
Give her Thy light, let not the night consume: O Thou her save!

Salvete Omnes

2005-01-13T21:09:00.000-08:00

I grieving stand on ravaged land, all torn and bent and grey,
Once beautiful, now horrid at the fading of the day
The burning Sun is falling: on the clouds its blood is spilt
The battle's lost, now comes the frost: a fortress black is built.

Twin streams, my tears are flowing fears and grief upon the land
I wander aimless in the waste, too dark to understand:
Where is the path that once I knew, the golden, shining way?
Where lie the wealds and emerald fields, the Land of Yesterday?

Hi. My name's Jacob Andrews, and this is my blog of random scraps of writing. I migrated here from livejournal 'cause I lack a credit card. You can see some of my earlier junk at www.livejournal.com/users/jakobaz. I'm not usually as depressed as that stuff above is, just I'm going through a rather messed up time of life... so don't expect my usual uplifting (at least I hope it is) style here. A lot of my completed works can be found at http://www.fictionpress.com/~jacobandrews. Anyway, enjoy and comment. The above is a fragment from a poem I'm working on, The Land of Yesterday. God bless you all; love you Jill.