Lord

The world is dark, and full of wonder

Fear and joy go hand in hand

Soothing rain and rolling thunder

Conjured by the same command

King as mighty as the ocean

Healer soft as evening sand

Trumpet call, His shining omen

Heralds death, as He demands

Endless grace but matchless justice

Greets the citizens He rules

He welcomes some into His palace

Throws the others out: the fools

For He is everything and nothing

All for Him and by Him made

Shows the nature of the One King

Who is over night and day

Colorful Cacophony

Blue is an archway, a gate open wide

Red is a marvelous ruin of hope

Together, they're Purple, but Purple is pain:

Sharpened brutality, slippery slope

Green is a poison, sweet as the grave

Blue becomes Grey, Red remains Red

Whispers of horrors imagined but real

Grey is a roiling cloud in its head

Green is rejected, its poison removed

Red walks away, taking Blue, leaving Grey

Blue is a memory, hid in the dark

What was once night slowly turns into day

Grey is a fortress, its gate clos-ed tight

Pink is a child who wants to be grown

Risk is permitted, reward is perceived

No more does Grey keep the fortress alone

Pink is the coast's edge, a line in the sand

Grey is a breaker that wipes it away

Promises spoken but never fulfilled

Pink is a question that asks all of Grey

Grey is still Grey, but Pink is not Pink

A vacuum as Black as the ocean at night

Grey falls and loses it all to the dream

Leaves Black behind and on new shores sets sights

Grey is not Grey, nor yet is it Blue

Now more like Navy, not bright but still new

Cacophony fades, and Navy is still

No longer questions the songwriter's will

The fortress is old now, and covered in silence

Navy remembers erecting its walls

It's now just a home, a comforting palace

Hope echoes out from its hearth through its halls

Silver's familiar, well-known but surprising

Navy is cautious but welcomes a guest

The risk is regarded, but then it's discarded

Far better to wait and be sure than to test

Navy once bright Blue and Silver once Orange

Songwriter painting with colors thought lost

Green, Red, and Purple, Pink turned to Black

Art drawn with hundreds of shades on one cloth

The World is Windy

"The world is windy!" (And I quote)

"Be careful when you go outside!

And when a-sailing in a boat,

Watch out for random gusts of air!"

"Pooh pooh!" said I. "What gusts of air?

I need not fear audacious wind!"

I walked along without a care,

And felt the wind caress my face. 

Then came the gust! I set my face

Defiant, leaning toward the gale,

But when, by chance, it slacked in pace,

I fell upon the ground. 

Center

"Things fall apart; The centre cannot hold"

What if that's because your center is actually just another satellite, Mr. Yeats, spinning in an orbit that is sure to break your world in two? What if it's because the true center is as yet undiscovered?

"Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand."

Indeed, Mr. Yeats, but we know not the hour nor the day of His coming. 

"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"

The Lamb of God, Who takes away the sin of the world! But He is a rough beast, Mr. Yeats, for He has no majesty to attract us to Him, no beauty that charms the human eye. He is a carpenter's son, raised in Nazareth (can anything good come from Nazareth?), and He comes as a King, riding the king's mule, to judge both those who live and those who have died.

"The centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world"

The center cannot hold, Mr. Yeats, because it is but a shadow, seen dimly, as through a glass. One day, we shall see His glory, as of One coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights!

And in that day, the center shall hold, Mr. Yeats. The center shall hold.

(Excerpts taken from The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats)