Rachel: Giving Thanks

I'm always in awe as I watch the clouds move across the sky. It's beautiful to see how they eventually make way for the ascent or descent of the sun, reflecting every colour, every hue, and proclaiming it collectively in a glorious horizon.

Such is the simple pleasures of God's creations. His creativity introduced the concept of beauty, a luxury to the eye that is difficult to live without. How wonderful that He considered everything down to the simplest things of living. Those of which are almost never noticed, but always there.

So as I revel in the dying art of sky-gazing, I always remember to thank the Lord for everything He's done, for who am I not to be grateful?

Rachel: Heart's Desires

In a guttural sense, we blunder through.

Heedless of the guidelines ingrained by a resounding Voice

Set so long ago that to counter would be cruel.

Deformed, the meaning of good
We have lost all sense of meaning.

We know not the cruelty,

We hear not

We see not

And weave in mindlessly with inward ears and eyes.

So often we follow our hearts for what we feel is right.

But I say

Our hearts need to be led,
For they are easily deceived.

Rachel: Puppet Show

Puppet dear puppet,
Climb up the tree,
The apples are sweeter,
Climb up with me.

Alas they are bitter,
They grew out of time.
I think those look better,
Come on with me.

I know they are redder,
The carrions sing true.
The redder the sweeter,
Jump off with me.

Wasn't that fun?
We've reached the next tree.
Come out, have pleasure,
Everything's free.

What's that you say?
You can't taste the fruits?
Something is tugging
The trees from their roots?

But no that's not true,
It's tugging at you.
Invisible strings,
Thread tied up to you.

See them on me too?
The tugging can hurt.
Ah yes I'm not spared,
I'm just like you too.

But who holds the strings?
Keep that in mind.
Perhaps we're all puppets,
Following blind.