Wild Horses Run - Beyond the Sugared Hills
Introduction Hermann Hesse, Nobel Prize winning novelist and poet, alluded often to the frozen heart of our culture as “an age which recognizes only money and numbers and has lost its soul.” Much of his thinking and perspective speak to the heartbeat of our post-modern era ;and he died in 1962.His writings attest to the unpoetic world he lived in - how much farther has our world fallen today. According to Hesse, “the excessive emphasis on the fast paced instant way of life is undoubtedly the most dangerous enemy of joy.”He goes on to say: In the end all art and especially poetry has only a raison d’├زtre if it offers moreHis definition of poetry leaves a wake of inspiration and truth. My poetry and life spring from great dependence upon the Lord, my creator, my love, my light, my life. Hesse had intense spiritual struggles due to his upbringing with legalistic parents.My spiritual battles stand in contrast to his; I embrace Christ in both His great grace and His holiness.Nonetheless, many of Hesse’s ideas and struggles regarding our twisted culture reflect my own.The battles cut deeply and my trail of blood and tears follows my Saviorظ¤I am desperately determined to walk in His joy and peace as I carry the cross that accompanies me in accordance with the path He created me to take.He promises this and much moreظ¤an abundant life (not as the world gives) as we face the struggle to seek Him first, above everyone and everything in this fallen world.Only through His Spirit do we walk in victory as we battle the world, our human nature, and the devilظ¤and battle we must, but not alone. I have written Wild Horses Run - Beyond the Sugared Hills over the past three and a half years during a season of rich but painful fluctuating experiences resulting in - cold fear, economic instability, loneliness, periodic confusion, spiritual growth and assurance, as well as intermittent dark night desert wanderings. I pray that this poetry provides some of the solace, fortification, and help in overcoming that is reflective of Hesse’s poetic aspiration. Years of Watermelon Ice
I think about days where we hiked Years of watermelon ice Smiling faces washing over When You feel distant though I know Copyright 2017 Diane Prebula, All Rights Reserved! I watch the hills blur through transformation Wild horses run. Time has erased I watched you suffer. I watched you heal. Since you couldn’t have all of me Wild horses run. Time has erased I pushed upstream and saw you suffer again The next day we found you at home Wild horses run in a blur. Time dissipates illusion. Copyright, 2017 Diane Prebula, All Rights Reserved! It's a Beautiful Day
Leaving the city again Settling in to the woods, the forest. Neil Young and Van Morrison You’ve got the plan; You always do, Copyright, 2017 Diane Prebula, All Rights Reserved! Beyond the Sugared Hills
This long awaited winter sun Beyond the sugared hills, You fix the eyes of your soul Copyright, 2017 Diane Prebula, All Rights Reserved! Come, Lord Jesus!
I’m glad to see the ridge Blue air is a blessing so easy to assume. beyond the shadows, the battles, I’m getting tired, and these flies keep buzzing Copyright, 2017 Diane Prebula, All Rights Reserved! |
||