This morning, I woke up from what I'm not entirely sure was sleep and saw through my window shades, a small, blood-orange sphere, and I was excited to have woken up early enough to watch the sun rise for the first time in a while. I hopped out of my bed, lifted the shades, and stood there facing the sunrise, standing in awe of God, singing to myself, "this is the day that the LORD has made!" I then began to notice the arrangement of colors of the sunrise and related them to images of some of my favorite treats, then I wrote a poem:
Desserted Skies
Through the chocolate trees swaying in the breeze,
my eyes beheld
a baklava sunrise- crepe paper clouds-
with caramel!
I stared in awe until my eyes
could no longer bear the bright sunrise
peeking through an oreo slit
between two gray-cloud wafers
the cream filling stayed lit
but for a time, as sunrises do,
searching for sweeter slits to shine through.
Thank You, LORD, for Your blessings,
especially for my eyes
to view Your creativity,
every morning- Your desserted skies!
Shannon McClure
12/24/09 7:20 am (revised 11:45 pm)
It's almost midnight, which means it's almost Christmas Day! Merry Christmas! :)
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Faithful Trust
I was looking through one of my journals and found this song I wrote about 9 months ago, so I figured I'd post it here:
Faithful Trust
Verse 1:
Time and time again I lose myself in flights of fantasy,
Recalling perfect scenes that never made it to the big screen.
Understanding life does not revolve around my own ideals;
Staring at this mirror doesn't show me everything that's real.
Truth is right before me; You are all I know...
Chorus 1:
I must put my trust in You, LORD;
otherwise, I'm incomplete.
You are the only hope worth waiting for;
You're in control of my destiny.
Verse 2:
Failure to remember that I'm not the only human being
Always hits its hardest when I'm making my own plans, it seems;
Instead of trusting You to guide me, I wish for something more,
Then I find myself daydreaming that I got what I asked for.
Help me when I doubt You; hold me in Your arms...
Chorus 2:
I must put my faith in You, LORD;
otherwise, I'm incomplete.
You are the only hope worth waiting for;
You're in control of my destiny.
Bridge:
I must TRUST You FAITHfully,
put my hope in You only. (2x)
Chorus 1
Chorus 2
Shannon McClure
3/29/09 (modified 12/20/09)
(p.s. I like acrostic poems. ^_^)
Faithful Trust
Verse 1:
Time and time again I lose myself in flights of fantasy,
Recalling perfect scenes that never made it to the big screen.
Understanding life does not revolve around my own ideals;
Staring at this mirror doesn't show me everything that's real.
Truth is right before me; You are all I know...
Chorus 1:
I must put my trust in You, LORD;
otherwise, I'm incomplete.
You are the only hope worth waiting for;
You're in control of my destiny.
Verse 2:
Failure to remember that I'm not the only human being
Always hits its hardest when I'm making my own plans, it seems;
Instead of trusting You to guide me, I wish for something more,
Then I find myself daydreaming that I got what I asked for.
Help me when I doubt You; hold me in Your arms...
Chorus 2:
I must put my faith in You, LORD;
otherwise, I'm incomplete.
You are the only hope worth waiting for;
You're in control of my destiny.
Bridge:
I must TRUST You FAITHfully,
put my hope in You only. (2x)
Chorus 1
Chorus 2
Shannon McClure
3/29/09 (modified 12/20/09)
(p.s. I like acrostic poems. ^_^)
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Christmas Break Reading List
The Irresistible Revolution by Shane Claiborne (I'm slightly afraid to read this, which means that I should.)
Getting On Message: Challenging the Christian Right from the Heart of the Gospel edited by Rev. Peter Laarman (Hoping to read one essay every day and get my dad to read and discuss it with me.)
Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller (I haven't read this in its entirety yet because freshman year and The Silmarillion got in the way; then I forgot about it for a while.)
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte (I should finish this book. I'm so close! Too bad I know how it ends because my sister accidentally told me.)
+ portions of my textbooks that I will be using next semester. (Maybe I'll do this...)
No poem right now, which isn't that unfortunate since nobody reads this blog anyway. :( Maybe if I follow more people... Ah, I shouldn't worry about it. God, I know you read this. Well, you know what I'm going to type before I type it, and you understand all of my metaphors, even if I don't. I suppose writing in a journal would suffice, but then I might deprive anyone who may stumble across this blog from some possible insight. At any rate, it's a good way to keep up with recent writings. If no one else reads what I write, I'm satisfied to know that You do; and knowing that, I will write to you and about you. Please help me to go to bed at decent hours from now on. Thank you. Love, Shannon
Getting On Message: Challenging the Christian Right from the Heart of the Gospel edited by Rev. Peter Laarman (Hoping to read one essay every day and get my dad to read and discuss it with me.)
Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller (I haven't read this in its entirety yet because freshman year and The Silmarillion got in the way; then I forgot about it for a while.)
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte (I should finish this book. I'm so close! Too bad I know how it ends because my sister accidentally told me.)
+ portions of my textbooks that I will be using next semester. (Maybe I'll do this...)
No poem right now, which isn't that unfortunate since nobody reads this blog anyway. :( Maybe if I follow more people... Ah, I shouldn't worry about it. God, I know you read this. Well, you know what I'm going to type before I type it, and you understand all of my metaphors, even if I don't. I suppose writing in a journal would suffice, but then I might deprive anyone who may stumble across this blog from some possible insight. At any rate, it's a good way to keep up with recent writings. If no one else reads what I write, I'm satisfied to know that You do; and knowing that, I will write to you and about you. Please help me to go to bed at decent hours from now on. Thank you. Love, Shannon
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Only One
I'm still awake at this late/early hour, and I've been looking at old pictures and reading some of my old poems and journal entries. I wrote this one over a year ago, and I believe it's still speaking to me today. That's what I love about poetry (regardless of its "quality"):
One comes along,
and you think he is perfect—
Intelligent—pleasant smile.
No one else can compare.
Or so you think…
There is always another.
In fact, there are many,
but only One will come along
and free you from the world.
~Shannon McClure
2/22/08
The picture's kind of an abstract representation of my mindset right now. Interestingly, I took it about 5 months after I wrote this poem, and I'm pretty sure I was feeling the same as I did during the process of writing it. :)
One comes along,
and you think he is perfect—
Intelligent—pleasant smile.
No one else can compare.
Or so you think…
There is always another.
In fact, there are many,
but only One will come along
and free you from the world.
~Shannon McClure
2/22/08
The picture's kind of an abstract representation of my mindset right now. Interestingly, I took it about 5 months after I wrote this poem, and I'm pretty sure I was feeling the same as I did during the process of writing it. :)
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Redemption
Drop.
Look into the depths of your own eyes and extract the tears that hold you captive. Present them as a confession, of sadness, of shame, of sin, and release them into My Eternal Ocean. Never look back.
See the path before you now, marked with breadcrumbs and blood. Follow it without fear. Feel My presence beside you and before you. Let go of your pride, take My hand and let Me guide you through the mist into Radiant Sunlight.
View your life in the New Light; let It fill the void your tears once occupied. Breathe in the Wind around you; Dance with Me in It.
Rise up refreshed and ready to shine and show the world this Light of Mine.
~God (as interpreted by Shannon McClure)
12/16/09
Look into the depths of your own eyes and extract the tears that hold you captive. Present them as a confession, of sadness, of shame, of sin, and release them into My Eternal Ocean. Never look back.
See the path before you now, marked with breadcrumbs and blood. Follow it without fear. Feel My presence beside you and before you. Let go of your pride, take My hand and let Me guide you through the mist into Radiant Sunlight.
View your life in the New Light; let It fill the void your tears once occupied. Breathe in the Wind around you; Dance with Me in It.
Rise up refreshed and ready to shine and show the world this Light of Mine.
~God (as interpreted by Shannon McClure)
12/16/09
You Got Me at Goodbye
Little did I realize your worth until it was too late, and now, all of those chances I had to love you have evanesced over this golden thread.
It would not matter so much if I had not recorded the memories of your smile, your gentle advice, and your pondering air in my hidden novel, ever changing and improving, while my exposed biography takes heavy criticism from my own ideals.
And I wonder…
If you had me at hello, would anything be different? Would anything be better? Would I be happy? Would I be with you?
Or would life continue on, me ignoring the important things to tend to my imaginary rose garden, while you travel along a concrete path—away from me—away from insanity?
Sinking into the depths of my subconscious sea, all I can think is, “wish I could be part of your world.”
~Shannon McClure
12/16/09
It would not matter so much if I had not recorded the memories of your smile, your gentle advice, and your pondering air in my hidden novel, ever changing and improving, while my exposed biography takes heavy criticism from my own ideals.
And I wonder…
If you had me at hello, would anything be different? Would anything be better? Would I be happy? Would I be with you?
Or would life continue on, me ignoring the important things to tend to my imaginary rose garden, while you travel along a concrete path—away from me—away from insanity?
Sinking into the depths of my subconscious sea, all I can think is, “wish I could be part of your world.”
~Shannon McClure
12/16/09
Monday, December 14, 2009
Beautiful Words Enrapture Me!
When I hear or read them, an exotic garden begins to bloom inside my soul, and I recieve a glimpse of my happy place. Sometimes --actually, most of the time-- I do not understand the words, but that gives me an incentive to look them up and increase my vocabulary. For example, I decided to google "Beautiful Words," and I found this book titled, 100 Most Beautiful Words in English by Robert Beard. Several words that made the list were "demure," "effervescent," and "ephemeral." (I had heard of "demure" before, but, sadly, not the other two. I'm 21 and a junior in college, so I'm thinking I should have already known these words. Oh well, I know them now...) I may use some Christmas money to buy this book.
Anyways, after learning these words and spending some time pondering things besides Anatomy and Biochemistry (which I should have been pondering instead), I wanted to write a poem using these words, so here it is:
Moderately Bipolar
Before you get to know me,
I am really quite demure;
you may believe I'm stolid
when I'm only just unsure--
Unsure of how you'll view me,
inhibitions cast aside,
for when I'm effervescent,
no portion of me can hide.
Warm and cool are trying traits
to install into my brain;
"excitement" and "depression"
take precedence over "sane."
But, if you become my friend,
hot and cold will blend to be
a quirk reminiscent of
ephemeral sanity.
~Shannon McClure
12/14/09
It's a rather short, rhyming poem that almost reminds me of Shel Silverstein's poetry, but what can I say, I like poetry to rhyme. It may be too wordy in some lines because I was trying to keep the 7 syllable per line trend. This is the first poem I've written in a while, maybe even in several years. It's a bit unfortunate that I came up with it when I was supposed to be studying for my final two finals (haha).
To whoever reads this, let me know what you think. I don't typically like criticizm, but I can take it much better in written form. ^_^
Anyways, after learning these words and spending some time pondering things besides Anatomy and Biochemistry (which I should have been pondering instead), I wanted to write a poem using these words, so here it is:
Moderately Bipolar
Before you get to know me,
I am really quite demure;
you may believe I'm stolid
when I'm only just unsure--
Unsure of how you'll view me,
inhibitions cast aside,
for when I'm effervescent,
no portion of me can hide.
Warm and cool are trying traits
to install into my brain;
"excitement" and "depression"
take precedence over "sane."
But, if you become my friend,
hot and cold will blend to be
a quirk reminiscent of
ephemeral sanity.
~Shannon McClure
12/14/09
It's a rather short, rhyming poem that almost reminds me of Shel Silverstein's poetry, but what can I say, I like poetry to rhyme. It may be too wordy in some lines because I was trying to keep the 7 syllable per line trend. This is the first poem I've written in a while, maybe even in several years. It's a bit unfortunate that I came up with it when I was supposed to be studying for my final two finals (haha).
To whoever reads this, let me know what you think. I don't typically like criticizm, but I can take it much better in written form. ^_^
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