Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Hymns

The italics are from a hymn I heard many years ago sung in a Church -their devoted passion and longing in their voice I shall never forget.

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His words echoed in her ears. She looked away as tears threatened to spill.
She didn't want to be there, in that hallway, exposed, infront of him. She wanted to be away. Away . Away from here.

"Save me from the future........"

She ran. Faster than her legs could carry. The people in the hallway became a blur, his voice calling out to her became distant. The gates of where she thought life would begin anew.

"O Father, I call out to you...."

She ran. Past the church where she had once found her refuge. Past the hymns she sang in the choir every morning before class.

She ran. Past the trees, the roads, the malls, the city.

" Take me back in time...."

She ran. Past the people, their lies, his deceit.

Past their bodies writhing together when she returned home.
Past the loneliness, past the humiliations.

" For I weep for your love....."

Her heart rang in her ears, her blood pressed against her skin, red, angry.
She ran to where she wanted to be. To where she belonged.

"Set me free O Father ...."

She flew into the air, past humanity, past this life. Away from what had broken her.
She flew past it all , and to where she belonged.

To her mother she extended her arms. And the ocean embraced its child.


Where He had placed his seed, in the womb of where life had been born. From where she had risen.

Deeper and deeper, to the bottom of the floor, her Mother cloaked her with Her midnight blue waves. She stormed at the agony of her child, splashing angry waves far and wide to the shores of those two legged creatures that wounded Her child.

The waters listened to her tears, as she sat and sobbed amidst them- the salt of her tears becoming theirs. Her sorrows bubbled to the surface and flew into the air.

Away from her.

This was where she belonged.

"Save me from the future
O Father I call out to you
I weep for your love
Set me free O Father ...."




18 comments:

Z said...

wow

Anonymous said...

since I'm over the initial wow now..I can say tht this is very touchin...though I would not go to suck extent...but yes...

Anonymous said...

since I'm over the initial wow now..I can say tht this is very touchin...though I would not go to suck extent...but yes...

Z said...

Dee my dear...someone would b crazy to actaully attempt somethin like this...for there are always solutions to each and every problem which do not ever require takin ur life...just see professional help for starters...psychiatrist to soothe the pain or hypnotist to remove the memory for all of eternity....

Z said...

plus i should add Dee that u r plenty colourful...u r one of the most colourful n talented person i've met thus far...

Deepali said...

Z: I was 'fraid I hadn't quite nailed down what I had in mind but I guess I got there atleast partway . Chhori I'd be rather concerned if someone reading this even contemplated it.

I just like writing dramatic scenarios.

Deepali said...

Z: I rather like this unasked attention- mane game chhe- much too kind you are :)

pacchi madi su!

Z said...

u welcome...n not too kind...i only speak truth...tht is my motto...no b/s...n definately paachi madi su...

Deepali said...

Z: maane daar laage chhe ke aapde baanev ni vaacche ketlu maadtu ave cche
satyamev jayate indeed :)


such a shame none of the professors who read my essays seem to share your view :(. Ok one professor- my first and last writing course mind you.

Z said...

that is too bad...but just b/c no1 agrees dun mean we lv our opinions right?...plus those profs must've been high no somethin to not see a clearly represented point of view!

....R.A.J.A.... said...

.

Deepali said...

raja: ???

....R.A.J.A.... said...

I had no words. It's soooooo amazing!

Deepali said...

Raja: ohhhh aise *blush*
thank you

Z: well I guess it is coz I took a third year writing course straight up with no prior first or second year experience. That course is a whole big bad memory now.

HB said...

The waters listened to her tears, as she sat and sobbed amidst them- the salt of her tears becoming theirs.

i love that line.

rainbeau_peep said...

u should write in a professional capacity, u know [if u don't already]. I've wanted to leave comments before - but somehow ur writings leave me lost for words. breathless as ever!

Deepali said...

HB: :)

Rainy: Erm actually I don't- not something this physiology major student would have thought of. Not too sure how I would even go about it and if Canadian readers would like, if they understand, my Indian references. But i'll continue to blog nonetheless :)

And thank you once again!

Z said...

Dee I think u should consider publishin...not money in it but somethings u just do for pleasure...