First post...

Well, I've jumped on the bandwagon that almost everyone seems to ride, nowadays. But I have almost no idea where I want this blog to go. Mostly, I guess, it's a place to put my runaway thoughts or ambiguous philosophies on life, or society, or probably something much less important. It's a refuge for dangerously over-analyzed ideas, ones that have been ricocheting inside my head for far too long. Or possibly a way to keep track of some scriptural insight that would otherwise hide away and fade gradually into the selfish realm of the forgotten, no longer accomplishing anything. Really, your guess is as good as mine until I have pondered long enough to begin to consider starting to compose my next post. But this post has wandered far and wide and begs for some semblance of sanity, so I'll end this first post with an original poem, my first and only poem (which may not actually reintroduce sanity into this post, in which case this blog is most likely hopeless). I would predict that the posting of original poems will be a relatively uncommon occurrence seeing as I am rarely a motivated poet. In fact, this poem originated as a chore, an assignment of sorts, and I was simply carried away on a burst of... inspiration.

Music

Nathan Burns

Quiet, subtle, inaudibly heard

Like the rustle of the wings of a bird-

Like a snake among the grass,

Fleeting, swift, passing fast-

Like incessant pounding on the seas,

Spraying, whirling with the salty breeze-

Music follows, it surrounds;

You must listen and embrace its sound.

Fiery, intense, passionate,

It’s the expressive song of sentiments-

The crying, sobbing, that you hear

When a person has lost someone dear-

The melody brimming with happiness

Of laughing children that radiate bliss-

It lingers, longing for detection;

Expose your mind to its affections.

Inspiring awe, glorious,

Its fragrance: depth and brilliance-

It’s the language that moves and stirs,

The essence of the heart without words-

Music is broken, a cold, thoughtless thing,

Until someone thoughtfully makes it sing.

Music flows through us and all around;

With it, let your heart resound.