Saturday, July 23, 2011

My thoughts on the final Harry Potter film

My Thoughts on Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part II

Tonight I went to see the final installment of the Harry Potter movie series. I went in with not a few hopes and expectations and soon found myself enjoying every minute. Unlike so many of my friends, I do not judge the film directors too harshly when they choose to make changes to the story line. I feel that I am not qualified to make those judgments having never been in their position and thus I do not waste any energy on those thoughts. I just allow myself to become immersed in the story as told on screen. I especially enjoyed the scenes in which Neville finally comes into his own and faces his fears head on only to realize that he has what it takes to be self-assured and confident in his choices. The scene that meant the most to me was the one in which Harry, while attending to a dying Snape, realizes for the first time what huge sacrifices and immense bravery this man had demonstrated in all that he had done to ultimately protect Harry from Voldemort until Harry was ready to face his nemesis. This scene’s exquisite bittersweet pain is not fully appreciated until the final scene of the movie in which is heard Harry’s having named his son, Albus Severus Potter. I also found the out of body scene in which Harry finds himself in the company of Albus Dumbledore in a heavenly representation of King’s Cross Train Station, to very much fulfill my imagination’s picture of this scene. One final thought on this film. I was touched by the realization that J.K. Rowling and the film director chose to not have the scene with the final demise of Voldemort become a scene of vengeance. Instead, it is a scene where we see the ultimate demise of a man who through his own choices and evil deeds, self-destructs. I think the thing I take away from this film, amongst others, is that true love, sacrificial love that does not hold on too strongly to its own perceived rights will never fall to self-seeking, power hungry and narcissistic souls like Voldemorts’. Ultimately, I am once again reminded that there are ultimate, unchangeable truths and these will always point those of us who follow him, back to our savior, Jesus Christ. Many thanks to J.K. Rowling, the directors of the Harry Potter films and the wonderful cast that brought these stories to life on screen and ultimately led me to read the wonderful books that these films were based upon.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

In the Heart of the Lion – July 17,2011




Scan the horizon

For what can’t be found

Send a search party

For those who don’t exist



Spent so much time

Seeking for a hero

Traveled far and wide

Returned empty handed



Fell so often to a common lie

Sought at world’s suggestion

For a hero within

Only he was a mortal



Hope fell to time

Misplaced trust to end result

To whom do we turn?

When our heroes fall short



Love letter from the other side

Calling out time after time

Message never changing

Surrender and let go our pride



Exchange the counterfeit

For real truth and precious life

Let go of fantasy and lies

Put your hand in that of the author



Walking two steps behind

Patiently waiting for our call

Saving grace at the ready

Help and care only a prayer away



Turn away from the empty

Fly from the bankrupt and failed

Run toward truth and peace

Carried in the heart of the Lion of Judah

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Question Mark– June 09,2011



Not caught off guard

Anything but surprised

Strangely unmoved

I have become jaded



Call came out of the blue

Information flowed

Like a sponge

I absorbed it all



Caught in a calm

Not like a doldrums

In the midst of

A hurricane



More like peace

That passes all

Human understanding

Anticipation



Holding my breath

Awaiting your answer

Exercising free will

Fearful but unafraid



Grounded by an anchor

Holding strong in the depths

My soul stationery

Steadfast in your promises



A future and a hope

Not shallow and fragile

But solid and rooted deep

Safely lying in your eternal hand



Cast all my cares

My worries and questions

Into the spirit wind

That refreshes my soul



You knitted us all

In the secret places

In the creative heart

In the crucible of the I am



I lay this fragile soul

This little future

This unanswered question

At your feet and wait



Bless this choice

Guide these hands

Open this parent’s heart

Grant confidence once again



Step into this unknown

Your hand at my back

Your voice in my ear

And your blessing

Over this tiny life

Monday, July 11, 2011

Japan – The Petition – Mar 15,2011



Cherry blossoms and lotus petals

Mount Fuji and geisha girls

Samurai warriors and emperors many

One of the Pacific’s beautiful pearls



Tragedy strikes even the prepared

Breaks the back of the strongest man

Blindsides the thoughtful

Wipes out the most airtight plan





Earth shakes and the stones cry out

Ground leaps and buckles under your shoes

The sea rages and buries your cries

Strong against the earth but to Tsunami you lose



Our sadness and weeping cannot mend

Our sorrow cannot stop the melting cores

May our prayers go up before God

And may they as sweet balm heal your sores



Dear God, our creator and Lord

Have mercy on our fellow man

Give ear to our petitions

And with loving care lift up fallen Japan

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Love & Fear

Love and Fear:  – December 06, 2008





Some say that all life is a stage


At 45 I say it’s more like a cage

Here I stand naked and poor

Stripped of pretense I search for the door



That stage door, a portal

And I a fearful mortal

My strength betrayed by a tear

My days often governed by fear



The stage’s egress before me

Will my curiosity restore me?

My life so very stale

Can stepping beyond alter this tale?



The Word once said that perfect love casts out fear

And He promised one day to wipe away each tear

The door to the stage bars me in

Dare I open it to fly yet again?



Fear is a door

It bars the way

Love is courage

That saves the day



The door blocks my view

Love’s vision can see right through

The door traps me here

Love expands life’s sphere



Fear is a door

And unopened shrivels the soul

Love is a conqueror

And hands me the hero’s role



Fear, a stage door

Shrinks my world

Drowns visions and dreams

Love, He is my God

Guards my heart

Fills my eyes with heavens gleams



Oh fearful door infernal

Meet my God eternal

You are naught before Love

His dreams now my hope from above



Fear the door that traps us here

Love the friend that expands our sphere


Respect

90) Respect - Sept. 20,1995



Respect

It’s not something dictated

Respect,

Is not torn

From the hearts of the timid



Respect

Is earned

Respect

Comes from the heart of the empowered



Respect is given

To those who lift us

To new heights

Those who give us the key

To achievement



Respect

Goes to the deserving

Epilogue

84) Epilogue - Apr. 07, 1987



In the preternatural glow

Sits a being who’s eyes reflect no soul



He thought he’d win the fight

But the T.V. was his plight



But it was stronger

And he sat there longer



There is no hope against his infatuation

And his lack of imagination



Thus he sits and gathers dust

While the other – rust

The Blue Curtain

64) The Blue Curtain (Circa, 1985)



Under the hook of the lip

Behind the blue curtain

I hung



For one silent moment

I was stung



By the beauty of a split second

The Potter's Hand

The Potter’s Hand – August 26, 2009





I find myself

Caught inside this mosaic

Your design and plan

Steeped in love

My life your vessel

You pour yourself

Into my heart

Until it’s overflowing joy

Your sacrifice so long ago

Reaches out to hearts parched

Starving for love

Longing for peace

And if I am willing

Open to your leading

Accepting of the potter’s hand

You use this broken

And reformed vessel

To pour out your

Endless

Fathomless

Peerless love

Into the souls

Of these dying

For peace

With the one

Who created them

To be far more

Than an island

A lonely soul

Forlorn and

Longing for meaning

Made for the corporate role

Your design a mosaic

Broken pieces

On their own

So small

Unable to tell

Your story

Together forming a painting

An image

That can speak volumes

To the lost

And heartbroken

Those without hope

Without a hero

To save the day

To redeem the time

Lost

Without impact

With little meaning

Instead

You save

You pick up the fallen

Carry the lame

See for the blind

Hear for the deaf

And speak for those

Whose voices

Have become weak

Unable to be heard

Over those who mislead

By their purpose

Or by delusion

Cries that you hear

For the truth

They reveal

Lostness

Loves bereft

Loneliness without remedy

A vacuum in their souls

Seeking to be filled

With anything to

Relieve the pain

All things sought

Only bringing sorrow

Regret

Numbness

But still

That hole

Bottomless

Seeks to be filled

Hopeless

They plod on

Restlessly moving

From one remedy

To another

Finding them all

To be empty promises

Only when one

Of your own

Hears your call

To risk much

And reach across

Death’s dark gulf

Can a lifeline

Reach the hands

Grasping Weakly

Eyes seeking hope

Through your children

You give gifts

Undeserved

Unearned

To those

Who have

Nothing to offer

Except themselves

Such as they are

Gifted and yet

Unused

Directionless

With a hole

In their soul

Longing to be filled

A gulf

A wound to be closed

When it is joined

And healed

By your hands

That created all things

That bring justice

That stretch wide

To welcome us

Home

That paid our debt

Our brother’s and sister’s

Too

You long to call us

Family

To call us children

To give us our

Inheritance

And all of this

Comes to pass

When you fill that

Eternal gulf

In our soul

With you
Titus Andronicus, Of Mercy and Vengeance – Oct. 26, 2009



- Written as an answer for a class blog question in my Introduction to Shakespeare class at Barstow Community College (B.C.C.).



Mercy and kindness, you know them not

Queen Tamora this vengeance your heart will rot

Poison tongue and cruel plans manipulate your offspring

Your webs and intrigues lead into each deadly offing



Vengeance is your guide and goad

You’ve sent your sons down a deadly road

There is no hope of turning back

Rises the crimson tide and the corpses stack



Titus’ regret and irretrievable actions

Stoking vile fires of Gothic passions

Silence enforced at the end of a sword

Lavinia’s beauty left unguarded by her dead ward



Sweetest mercy and healing kindness

Lost forever in a vengeful blindness

Eternal rest left out of reach

Peace and forgiveness cruel heart can’t breach



All could’ve been prevented

Had Titus just relented

Shallow Humanity

Shallow Humanity – June 06,2011



In my shallow humanity

I could easily relinquish all my hope

My weak and fickle heart screams

Give it up you foolish weakling!



For just a little while wallow

Knee deep in my own private party

Reveling in the exquisite pain of it

This private dance with pity



But you won’t leave me there

You dog my every step

Nipping at the heels of my heart

Scared and blinded by my cares



Temporarily these cares bring amnesia

Forgetting all that you have spoken

To my heart through your Word

Drawing a spiritual blank,



I stumble



But my soul cannot forget

The things you have etched on my heart

Your promise to never leave or forsake

Though I stand separate, I am never alone



You are a miracle that never ends

A mystery that I must know

The hope that never leaves me alone

The joy that rises from the dark



Carry me to the finish line

Stand at my side and help me see this through

Hold my hand as I stand

To face life’s inevitable storms



Fill my heart with joy that overflows

Fill my soul with peace that calms those around me

Be the depth and breadth that are not my own

Erase my shallowness with your infinite all in all