I am a rock
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
a winter’s day
in a deep and dark december;
i am alone,
gazing from my window to the streets below
on a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
i am a rock,
i am an island.
i’ve built walls,
a fortress deep and mighty,
that none may penetrate.
i have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
it’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
i am a rock,
i am an island.
don’t talk of love,
but I’ve heard the words before;
it’s sleeping in my memory.
i won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
if I never loved I never would have cried.
i am a rock,
i am an island.
i have my books
and my poetry to protect me;
i am shielded in my armor,
hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
i touch no one and no one touches me.
i am a rock,
i am an island.
and a rock feels no pain;
and an island never cries.
in a deep and dark december;
i am alone,
gazing from my window to the streets below
on a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
i am a rock,
i am an island.
i’ve built walls,
a fortress deep and mighty,
that none may penetrate.
i have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
it’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
i am a rock,
i am an island.
don’t talk of love,
but I’ve heard the words before;
it’s sleeping in my memory.
i won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
if I never loved I never would have cried.
i am a rock,
i am an island.
i have my books
and my poetry to protect me;
i am shielded in my armor,
hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
i touch no one and no one touches me.
i am a rock,
i am an island.
and a rock feels no pain;
and an island never cries.
Posted byMike Fennema posted 9:05 PM
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Mike.
you are awesome.
thanks for sending out that email.
Keep me up to date on what people are thinking.
I am keeping my options open at this point, looking in california and michigan.
It seems there are lots of options.
Thanks again. and please let me know how things go.
Mel
Good words, Mikey!
I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
TranMan
Mike,
I hear sorrow, sadness, even hopelessness.
I trust you are not the rock or the island.
That you are not alone in your womb.
You are a light, shinning in the darkness, a beacon for others to see and hear, a pillar of stone with a foundation in Christ.