Archive for April, 2004

Friday, April 30th, 2004

This past weekend was a very good weekend. I took my first big train ride up to see my girlfriend. We had a fun, and very full weekend. Saturday we drove up above San Fransisco and hiked for a beautiful 2 1/2 hours at Muir Woods. Oh my goodness, I can’t say how pretty a hike it was. And the park was nice, too. Very lush and green for most of the way. We went through the main entrance, onto the John Somethingorother trail, and finished on the Dipsea trail. I neglected to find out if there was camping available in the nearby area, but I shall have to do that. [edit]pictures removed*[/edit]

We then spent the early evening playing Rummikub (a word I have yet to know how to properly pronounce), where I got the silliness beat out of me the first round, but I won the next two, and then had a delicious dinner with her mom and mom’s boyfriend.

Sunday my girlfriend and I met up with a couple of her friends at the BART station and took a day trip to San Fransisco. We rented Scootcars and took an hour of our lives to zip around the streets of Frisco behind the handlebars of a three-wheeled two-seater, like tourists on a freaky mission. The only thing missing was the LOUD Hawiian shirts! We had such a great time. I thought for a few minutes that we wouldn’t quite make it down Lombardo Street in one piece, the way our breaks were squealing. We were drawing attention to ourselves, much to the discomfort of all the people staring at us! But I think we may end up on a Japanese Post Card, or at least on a video or two. We even got to pose once or twice for the tourists with their schnazzy little cameras at the ready. Come to think of it, I kinda wish we’d gotten a pic of all the tourists staring at us! That would have been fun. [edit]pictures removed*[edit/]
Afterwards I got to visit the contemporary service at the church she attends. I have to admid that I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. I liked the atmosphere and the style for an evening and/or mid-week style contemporary college age kind of service. Good stuff. It’s the kind of atmosphere I’d love to see at the coffeehouse sometime.

Monday wasn’t my favorite day. I had to leave. 8o( But I got to play one more round of Rummikub that morning. That was fun.

[* = further editing, names changed/removed]

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Thursday, April 29th, 2004

September 2003
(Like my horse… on a people level)
(v.1)
I’m trying to put into words
What my heart is thinking
To help you understand.

I want you to know
What I have been thinking
So you know where I stand

(ch.1)
‘Cause I’ve tried and tried
And I just don’t know
Where to go, or what to do

And I’ve tried and tried
And I just don’t know
Where to go, or what to do
Short of telling you

(v.2)
There are parts about you
That I’ve figured out
But that’s not what you want

You’re so complicated
And so mysterious
I petition for your heart

(ch.2)
‘Cause I’ve tried and tried
And I just don’t know
Where to go, or what to do

And I’ve tried and tried
But I don’t seem to
have the words,
to help you Grow

(br.1)
Listen to your heart
Let it ask the questions:
Am I lovely? Will you pursue me?
Do you delight in me?
Will you fight for me?

Wait for the Christian Lover
Who’s not a timid Warrior
‘Cause every woman needs to know
That she’s exquisite, exotic,
and chosen.

(br.2)
And Deep inside your heart
I know that there’s something there
You’re looking for

Deep inside your soul
There is such a beauty there
That you don’t know

(v.3)
And it breaks my heart
That you refuse to see
What is plainly there

You are beautiful
So much deeper than the skin
You’re worth fighting for

(ch.4)
And I’ve tried and tried
And I just don’t know
Where to go, or what to do

Yes I’ve tried and tried
And I just don’t know
How to tell you: I love you
I Love You

Mistaken

Thursday, April 29th, 2004

Dear Heart,

I think you are mistaken.
You say she is blind, yet she sees more than you know.
For her beauty lies not in glass hue with rose colour,
nor in euphoric blindness that sees not.
But in authenticity, in sane mind;
Because she sees more she chooses to see less.

No, love is not blind

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Thursday, April 29th, 2004

With verse and rhyme and eloquence
Entrenched in prose and form
Stretch out your love from high above
According to your Word.

Mere words are not enough to know
For creeds and doctrines fail
To show the passion of your love
In grace and mercies’ hail

You gave us Your Word so we could know
How much You love Your Children
Faith in Your Son and what He’s done
Receives Your Word and all the love You’ve giv’n

Desire of night and human flight
Of mind and thought and zeal
The pitter-patter of our hearts
Betrays what’s fake and real

For what is real transcends the time
It takes to change emotion
Emotions come and flow like wine
But Your love is deeper than the ocean

My soul should be inspired by grace
For wondrous works I see
Here on this sphere my soul does dwell
My heart desires Thee

Thursday, April 29th, 2004

Quiet Thunder
January 14, 2001

Entering the quiet I await your Thunder
Without suspicion or wonderment from my neighbor.
If only they could see you as I see you now.

Across the room a Spanish guitar is plucked.
As if to serve as an interlude to moments of great Joy;
Music to heighten Your Melodious voice.

Intertwined like the roots of two plants in a garden
is the flowing beauty of Your music and Your tongue.
Speak to me now?!! I plead, do not stop!
Reveal to me what you will.

Only now do I see how unnatural your beauty truly is.
Earthly naturality cannot possess enough of you
to truly see you for your infinite glory.

On Earth our eyes are veiled.
In Prayer you choose to reveal.
I make this bold request of you:
Make my life a prayer.

First Post

Wednesday, April 28th, 2004

Indeed this is my first post on Blog, but this won’t be my last. 8o) Livin’, lovin’, prayin.’