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patterns of ink

How fruitless to be ever thinking yet never embrace a thought... to have the power to believe and believe it's all for naught. I, too, have reckoned time and truth (content to wonder if not think) in metaphors and meaning and endless patterns of ink. Perhaps a few may find their way to the world where others live, sharing not just thoughts I've gathered but those I wish to give. Tom Kapanka

Sunday, May 27, 2007

The Rhythm

Life is danced to rhythms
we soon forget are there.
The blink of eyes, the beat of hearts,
the breath and sigh of air
are lost to cycles of the sun
and pass with little care.
They slip our mind as measures
in time until we're unaware
we wake t’thm, walk t’thm,
work t’thm, talk t’thm,
laugh t’thm, cry t’thm,
live t’thm... die t’thm.
It becomes a most ungraceful dance
when we ignore the Hand that grants
the Grace and gently taps... the rhythm.
© Copyright 2007, TK, Patterns of Ink

[Click on the word Grace above to hear "Your Grace Still Amazes Me" by Phillips, Craig, and Dean. The lyrics of the song are. here. These lines accompany "Breath" post below. Here's another song I heard 6-2-07 that supports these thoughts. Lyrics here. ]

10 Comments:

Blogger Donnetta Lee said...

Good morning, Tom! What a beautiful poem this was to wake up to this morning. Just having my tea and honey and drifted over here. I especially like the first several lines, but the entire piece is lovely.
Donnetta

27/5/07 9:47 AM  
Blogger Lone Grey Squirrel said...

I can totally relate with this poem. It's great. Thanks for the reminder. I am trying to get myself back in step with that rhythm. :)

27/5/07 12:26 PM  
Blogger the walking man said...

Tom, I always get a great sense of the peace and charity which you live your life with. I hope yo don't mind when I steal some of it for myself.

Peace

TWM

27/5/07 2:24 PM  
Blogger toothdigger said...

hey tom, nice poem... i write too. i left a response to your question as to why people blog... on my site along with your comment... sorry it took so long... i do not blog as much as i used to... maybe i will pick it up again... take care, in CHRIST... c.e.e. (toothdigger)

27/5/07 2:44 PM  
Blogger patterns of ink said...

Donnetta,
It's interesting that you sensed there were to parts to the poem. The first part is intentionally flowing and reads like most "poems" read (as far as rhythm and meter are concerned) the second part more staccato, the meter is rushed and repetitive. It no longer breathes naturally. I think life gets that way when human effort usurps God's Grace.

LGS,
Good to hear from you, my long lost twin. =)

TWM,
That's what I'm here for. =)
The peace and the rhythm come from the same place, and I'm just as prone to loose step with both as the next guy, but I'm honored that POI is a place of solace. Thank you.

Toothdigger,
one of the first comment writers to ever leave a note at POI. It's been a long time. Hope all is well.
Come again. =)

27/5/07 3:29 PM  
Blogger Tracie said...

Hi Tom..I LOVE these two posts! The first thing I thought of in both posts was thankfulness. I knew exactly what you meant when you were talking about listening to the rhythm of the waves AND I have studied my eyelashes in that exact setting. The reason I think of thankfulness is because it's those times when I see exactly what God is doing in my life. That's when I notice the small things...like my beating heart that usually goes unnoticed. Lying still and really tuning everything out except the sound of the waves. It makes me remember how HUGE God is. That He created the ocean. In that moment of complete stillness and meditation on nothing other than the vastness of God's universe is when I remember thankfulness. It's sad that now days we are so busy that we lose that 'rhythm' to which we should listen more often.

By the way, birds nests are a way I've stayed in 'rhythm' the last couple weeks. Watching the babies grow from newborn to having feathers to feeling like they are ready to jump from their home to the great beyond. That's one small thing that normally I don't obsess over but I've seen God in my birds nests every day these last couple weeks.
Thanks for post....it was, as always, inspirational. And I would love to hear a sermon from you. :O)

27/5/07 7:51 PM  
Blogger Dr.John said...

If only the rhythm of God would be easy to pick out from all the conflicting rhythms in our life.

27/5/07 8:04 PM  
Blogger patterns of ink said...

Tracie,
I feel small like that when I'm in a jet looking down at the topography from 10,000 feet. No matter how many times I fly, it makes me feel like God is watching his ant farm.
I'm glad you read the top two posts together. Quite often I post a poem and then explain it in prose. In this case some of the sentences from the "Breath" post prompted the poem a few days later.

Dr. John,
There's the rub for sure. More important than the rhythms is remembering what they represent...
the gift of life. Thanks again for your comment about breath in the previous post.

27/5/07 8:57 PM  
Blogger Tracie said...

Hi Tom! I had to write about your Memorial Day post. I've sent the link to everyone I know. I didn't even know what to say for two days after I read it so I've stopped trying to find the perfect words. There are none. All I CAN say is AMEN..it was amazing and EVERYONE needs to read that post. EVERYONE.
Thanks for writing it.

30/5/07 9:20 PM  
Blogger patterns of ink said...

Thanks, Tracie.
Part of me really wanted to leave comments open, but believe me... the comment pot was already bubbling within ten hours and some of my articulate conservative readers would have jumped in and then "poof" it's boiling over, and based on past experience, one side is far more careful with their words than the other. Thanks for the feedback.

31/5/07 5:47 PM  

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