The trees of the forest conceal great halls
Their trunks and branches form the walls
Leafy limbs reach over head
Lush green moss makes the bed
Delightful dances here commence
The dancers are creatures no one can place in a fence
The air, perfumed by petals so sweet
Intensifies with the mid day heat
As tempting as this place might be
My destination is calling me
And as I trek away from here
I promise to return some other year
Friday, January 27, 2012
"My Stand" A Poem
I wrote this poem after Reading the book Saint by Ted Dekker.
Here I make my stand
This is my line drawn in the sand
You preach tolerance
Until you notice our existence
Every path is equal you say
Until it comes to Jesus' way
You call us close minded
Because we believe that the only way is narrow and few shall find it
You think him dead
We know he lives instead
His gift is for all
In comparison the price is small
You complain that we are exclusive
When really it is you who is being reclusive
You scream that the light brings only pain
That the darkness is to blame is plain
the darkness covers up all of those offensive wrinkles you claim
I know that this only gives you time to relish that which should bring you shame
Welcome the light
Dispel the night
He can free your soul
He wants to make you whole
You thank me and say:
"Now I have seen the way and never will I stray"
I have given my argument a hundred tries
I lose many but open others eyes
For these reasons I cannot be silent
Because soon I will have used up all of the days I was lent
It's not perfect but it's something that says something that I hope you understand.
Here I make my stand
This is my line drawn in the sand
You preach tolerance
Until you notice our existence
Every path is equal you say
Until it comes to Jesus' way
You call us close minded
Because we believe that the only way is narrow and few shall find it
You think him dead
We know he lives instead
His gift is for all
In comparison the price is small
You complain that we are exclusive
When really it is you who is being reclusive
You scream that the light brings only pain
That the darkness is to blame is plain
the darkness covers up all of those offensive wrinkles you claim
I know that this only gives you time to relish that which should bring you shame
Welcome the light
Dispel the night
He can free your soul
He wants to make you whole
You thank me and say:
"Now I have seen the way and never will I stray"
I have given my argument a hundred tries
I lose many but open others eyes
For these reasons I cannot be silent
Because soon I will have used up all of the days I was lent
It's not perfect but it's something that says something that I hope you understand.
Spoilers (This post does not actually have any spoilers)
Okay, so I just got a cold bucket of reality check thrown on me. Now, I have to remember that not everyone lives in my head and knows what's going to happen next! Sorry to any and all that I may have ruined Broken for!
An incredibly humbled,
~Beth
An incredibly humbled,
~Beth
Sunday, January 8, 2012
About my Characters
My characters, Justin in particular, have been so much fun to create. They still continue to amaze and surprise me all the time and I thought I'd mention a few of the discoveries I've made about them.
Let's begin with Justin Karson, my brain child. Justin struggles between who he is and who he's been made to be. He's naturally a hot headed kind of person who feels all kinds of emotion strongly, but due to his career and the training he's received he has been molded into this cool, calculated killer. As Justin's world begins to fall apart at the seams he has to come face to face with these conflicting personalities. In my first idea of this character I had a cold, calculated, classic hit man in mind--something like a CIA guy gone bad (ie someone like John Reese from Person of Interest), but Justin kept telling me he was human, having break downs, being hot headed at times, influenced by emotion, not always cool, still mostly calculated. So, Justin swings on a pendulum between his inert nature and who he's "supposed" to be. I believe this is largely responsible for the collapse of his world. Another discovery that I have made about Justin is that he really is a noble creature all along--broken, but still noble. What he does he does for love. He hates Phillip and despises himself more than anyone else. Did I mention that when I began writing Broken that Justin wasn't even going to be a main character?
Phillip, Phillip, Phillip. The name Phillip and the word killer now go hand in hand in my mind. Once again I have to admit that in the beginning stages of my writing I planned to paint Phillip as plainly as I had planned to paint Justin. My book was going to be black and white. Simple. Ahhh, but simple was never meant to be! Phillip has turned out to be almost as complicated as Justin. Phillip, talented, intelligent, ruined! Who knows what this man could have been if he'd been able to rise above his circumstances instead of sinking below him. In Phillip I found that not all bad guys are bumbling idiots, but instead some are genius--genius bent on selfishness and self gain. I discovered also that in some sick, twisted way Phillip used to (and possibly still could) believe that he was doing the right thing.
Well, next time I'll have to tackle talking about my good "children" (not that I'm implying Justin isn't good! He knows he's my favorite.) Julietta and Levi. The Lamb and the Law.
Forever dependant on His Grace,
Beth
Let's begin with Justin Karson, my brain child. Justin struggles between who he is and who he's been made to be. He's naturally a hot headed kind of person who feels all kinds of emotion strongly, but due to his career and the training he's received he has been molded into this cool, calculated killer. As Justin's world begins to fall apart at the seams he has to come face to face with these conflicting personalities. In my first idea of this character I had a cold, calculated, classic hit man in mind--something like a CIA guy gone bad (ie someone like John Reese from Person of Interest), but Justin kept telling me he was human, having break downs, being hot headed at times, influenced by emotion, not always cool, still mostly calculated. So, Justin swings on a pendulum between his inert nature and who he's "supposed" to be. I believe this is largely responsible for the collapse of his world. Another discovery that I have made about Justin is that he really is a noble creature all along--broken, but still noble. What he does he does for love. He hates Phillip and despises himself more than anyone else. Did I mention that when I began writing Broken that Justin wasn't even going to be a main character?
Phillip, Phillip, Phillip. The name Phillip and the word killer now go hand in hand in my mind. Once again I have to admit that in the beginning stages of my writing I planned to paint Phillip as plainly as I had planned to paint Justin. My book was going to be black and white. Simple. Ahhh, but simple was never meant to be! Phillip has turned out to be almost as complicated as Justin. Phillip, talented, intelligent, ruined! Who knows what this man could have been if he'd been able to rise above his circumstances instead of sinking below him. In Phillip I found that not all bad guys are bumbling idiots, but instead some are genius--genius bent on selfishness and self gain. I discovered also that in some sick, twisted way Phillip used to (and possibly still could) believe that he was doing the right thing.
Well, next time I'll have to tackle talking about my good "children" (not that I'm implying Justin isn't good! He knows he's my favorite.) Julietta and Levi. The Lamb and the Law.
Forever dependant on His Grace,
Beth
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