Time and Season

I wrote this in class today. It's unedited and needs some fixing.



Time and season is an effortless occurance,
happening infinitely over the period of my life.
Staring out the window, brushing the summer
sands from between my toes.
Soon enough the room will darken as the air crisps
to a cold crackle under a deep blue and
open sky, inviting the stars to shine just
a hint brighter as the shingles on the roof
of my house stiffen with the winter
coming with the snows and wind, so cold
my breath steamed from my nose as I sang
of a white Christmas,
soon to be a New Year's carol in New York City
under the lights and the gleam and the heat of the fire
slowly removing my gloves and snow-boots
melting off the night from my nose,
an afternoon sunset calling me home as
the exhaust peeling from the bus, sputtered
with snow and mud slowing warming the decorations
from the houses on North Street and inviting
the grass to grow
from the Earth, defrosting and calling
upon the sparrows to sing and the flowers
to slowly uncurl from along the shore
of the stream, now de-iced and primed with
trout as the hillside heats underneath the blue, the quiet
interrupted by the breeze blowing through
the limbs of the maple tree, dropping an acorn
onto the soft forest floor, gathering leaves
for autumn.

I just find it funny that when people screw up, the first thing they do is run to God. I know myself that when I screw up and feel guilty about something, that first thing I do is run to God and promise Him that I'll never do it again. Maybe throw on a worship song or something. Then the next day or the next week or the next month when the guilt has gone away and the temptation creeps up again, why not run to God then?


It's not that I don't think we should run to God when we mess up. Thats the best thing you can do. But I believe that true repentence comes out of a move of the Spirit, not of guilt or regret, which is of the flesh.

14We know that the law is spiritual; but I am unspiritual, sold as a slave to sin. 15I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. 16And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. 17As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. 18I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature.^[c] For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. 19For what I do is not the good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. 20Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it.

Playlist

9.11.07

Cover Me-Mae
The Drugs-Weatherbox
Something Left To Give-The Starting Line
After I Am Gone-Meese
How To Disappear Completely-Radiohead
Of Dust and Nations-Thrice
Mirrors-Days Away
You Won't Know-Brand New
Combinations-Eisley
Sharks-Bear Colony
The Difference Between Medicine and Poison is the Dose-Circa Survive
Let Go-Frou Frou
All I Want-Future of Forestry
Smoke and Mirrors-The Receiving End of Sirens
Sea Legs-The Shins
Dr. L'Ling-Minus The Bear

I want to know how the west coast treats you
with the spray of the pacific
and the shadows of the Rockies.
Does the sun greet you on your doorstep?
Does the air smell of the sea?
The California waves seem small from the seat
of the plane I wish
I was riding just to see a glimpse
of the reflection
of the bay
in your eyes.