I feel like I need to come back from whatever crazy place I've been the last couple days and appear to be normal instead of writing long rambly posts about bread and apple trees.

Um, I don't really know how to be normal.

Here's a poem I wrote about Easter. It was inspired by the taste of a cocktail in Paris.

The Eternal Ache

Sadness turns to joy

So quickly

Emotions exploding

Joy like a phoenix

From the ashes of pain

3 days in the grand scheme

Of things is as a breath

It comes and goes

Like a sigh

And yet, the joy

Remains

In 3 days

The pain has vanished

Replaced with joy

With a swelling of the heart

And of the soul

So intense, so strong

That nothing can quell it

And yet, the pain

Was always so strong

It seemed eternal

It was eternal

A permanent ache

A thorn in the side

Of all of creation

A thorn in the side

Replaced by

A thorn in the head

A crown so heavy

Only one could wear it

Only one could bear it

The eternal ache

Removed by a lance

Time and eternity

Blended together

The pain and the joy

Bursting forth together

As the thorn was freed

From the side, As the

Crown was placed on

The head, the universe

Choked and groaned

For 3 days, as

Eternity ripped open

Time ripped apart

And eternity entered

Time, time entered

Eternity. Wouldn´t

It be better, easier

If time could have

Had more of itself

If eternity could have

Had enough time

To converge without

Collapsing, without

Groaning, but still

As three days are

A sigh, a breath

All of time is as

A dream, passing

In the blink of an

Eye, forgotten when

We awake, so no

Time could have been

Enough for the eternal clash

Of joy and pain, pain

And joy, mingling, and

All was suspended, as

Nothing could exist

And nothing could cease

In the catching of a

Breath, the eternal ache

Left time’s side, entered

The head of the eternal

One, and the joy burst

Forth, all-consuming

And time forgot the ache

For time forgot time

And eternity began

Although it had never ceased.


I'm praying for you!

:)