"Ode to the Walking Woman," Tishani Doshi (via commovente)
There’s a reason I won’t look you in the eye
It’s the promise I made you with a sigh
The cowardice I feel, becoming more real
This isn’t who I am.
I am so over this.
But every time I see, hear, or smell something
That recreate the feel and the experience of- - you
I am caught off guard, vulnerable
Like a nightmare to an eyelid-less eyeball
It stings, squeezing everything out of my heart.
I will empathize while I can,
Until the memories go stale and diluted
until i find another you and let my dreams go - -
So this is goodbye.
"When shall I be at rest? my trembling heart
Grows weary of its burden, sickening still
With hope deferred. Oh! that it were Your will
To loose my bonds, and take me where You are.
"When shall I be at rest? my eyes grow dim
With straining through the gloom, I scarce can see
The way-marks that my Savior made for me;
Oh, that it were morn, and I were safe with Him.
"When shall I be at rest? Hand over hand
I grasp, and climb an ever steeper hill,
A rougher path. Oh! that it were Your will
My tired feet might tread the Promised Land.
"Oh that I were at rest! a thousand fears
Come thronging over me lest I fail at last.
Oh that I were safe, all toil and danger past,
And Your own hand might wipe away my tears.
"Oh that I were at rest, like some I love,
Whose last fond looks drew half my life away;
Seeming to plead that either they might stay
With me on earth, or I with them above.
"But why these murmurs? You did never shrink
From any toil or weariness for me,
Not even from that last deep agony;
Shall I beneath my little trials sink?
"No, Lord, for whom I am indeed at rest.
One taste of that deep bliss will quite efface
The sternest memories of my earthly race,
Save but to swell the sense of being blest.
"Then lay on me whatever cross I need
To bring me there. I know You can not be
Unkind, unfaithful, or untrue to me!
Shall I not toil for You, when You for me did bleed?”
a Prayer from At the Foot of the Cross - Octavius Winslow
Aristotle (via wordsnquotes)
Was it jealousy?
Gimme one reason - Tracy Chapman