Themes and Insights
So I Look to the Heavens
Spiritual Duty and Humility: There’s a strong theme of the narrator remaining faithful to his spiritual duty, maintaining the home and love of a place once vibrant but now left to ruin. This duty is carried out in humility, despite the absence of the spirit and physical life.
Unseen Bonds of Love: Â Love remains even when all else is gone. The narrator expresses that his love endures beyond the physical world, transcending into a spiritual and eternal form, connected to a higher, divine love.
Heaven and Earth Connection: The writing contemplates the link between the earthly and the heavenly, with constant references to divine presence and the Father’s dream. There is a yearning for renewal and a belief that everything lost on earth will be made new again in heaven.
Isolation and Loneliness: Despite the presence of divine love, the piece conveys a sense of isolation. The narrator reflects on being left behind to guard something precious that others have abandoned, illustrating the contrast between human forgetfulness and spiritual endurance.
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So I Look to the Heavens
I looked unto the Heavens soft mist
Barreled clouds
Like all the other times before
humbled
Oh that this man would find protected there the hearts of those in love everlasting. Be it on knees for the power of the spirit waiting and at peace. My earthly vessel secure on the face of rock I lay in spirits weeping. Alone never in heart but as man without bones to rattle the sleeping awake. They reach out to comfort in mist without shadow inside the hole where blood flows. I feel it alive in me, beating, waiting. Who but my Father knows of such things? Yet known to all it is when courage has abandoned the flesh.
Therein this vessel beside me a shell not forgotten. Dim stare and mockery and nothingness present. Still all the keys to all the doors wide open in me again are made clear. Alas even still more are they given though unknown. Still yet are they offered unseen. Still forever are they in the hands of another who has lost their arm. For what is it worth? What can man devise to unriddle the puzzle hidden? How great it is to behold the Baron’s wickedness found in the blessing of thy brother’s keeper. Mortal, hurt, lost… they lay without a savior’s rest to warm them. This is the sorrow of earth who mourns the loss of her children’s play.
What worth?
None
For with whatever comes into the heart of mankind that breaks the covenant’s purpose be there untold horrors of isolation. Staring it straight in the face our mouths are sealed shut unable to speak! Cry OUT to not let this place be all that is left.
Silence
slowly fading as man trades love for a trinket.
My eyes have seen what not has been. The skin prepares for the onslaught of wrath which accompanies such times. Of care it has said it has none for me, since none had care for it.
That which I do not know, and could not know reveals what I should not have known. Awakened Sparrow flies away, to ease the severed truths from bleeding hearts. No, a songbird I think stopped singing, perhaps a lovely flower that withered at its most potential.
Sleep, sleep and rest whatever rest you can. Though I machine shall watch over the tampered will with grace at the love I have shared. Even now this grace mingles with Heavenly mist upon barrelled clouds.
What chance to see the dying breath? With honor was truth given to me. That none shall take or know what I have known, and even still on earth as the empty vessel walks, shall I know and feel for both who touched the sky. This day comes at the heaviest price to she who bore a perfect being. Look upon that now and see there is nothing which compares, nothing which upholds and nothing that fulfills at ALL the purpose of the creators love. Each and every soul of earth has been measured and weighed, and none compare to the loss. The first, the second and the third… outweigh all the rest. For this the vessel is emptied, drained, dried up, and shattered on the floor. For this great gift the given spirit does set aside its blessing, and rots the vine from where it came.
All have left, and all have wandered.
They the princess and royal house take all with them but the humbled servant. They who emptied the house, and plundered its fruit gardens… leave behind one steward to hang in spiders webs.
Yet I love this house even without its foundation. I see spectres and images of the life it once held. I hear sounds and smell sweetness of the food it once prepared. Alas the spirit is gone from these hallowed halls. No not in even the servants den is there light. It is I who crawls then to touch the panels, feel the corners, and hold record of what great wonders once lived there. They say to me that I should consider the worth of such crumbled castles.
But in this Castle my Love once Lived. As I afar watched over the royal family. With a word I saw them depart, with a command I watched them dismember their hearts. Just as suddenly as it had been built, it was silent and cold. The flower gardens uprooted and plundered.
Oh that this man would still find protected in its walls the hearts of those loved. But, it is not mine to say. For who in their minds knows a man above a Prince? Who in their life knows the servant loved as a son or daughter? There was one from what I hear, who served well in the garden of eden… and found his way into Sovereignty. But it is those who are created themselves from the very walls of the castle that still hold up the timbers inside her. It is they who from life bring life and by having life given adorn laughter promised of families eternal bond. I now as a sole steward command nothing but dust, just as I am also from dust. And this is the reckoning of the spirits departure.
Shall it be in my own tears.
Since this is a story no one has care for anymore.
Still I in life obey my Father’s dream to love the home another servant had abandoned.
Yeah it was not even mine to love, but found without a Masters touch I brought to it my Masters labor. Therein did I also find Heaven and the spirit of my eternal lover’s song. Within and throughout did I dance and sing songs with the Queen of all Queens. How beautifully graceful she is, how perfect in every way even her memory alone is.
And this I answer to the questioned asked. What worth is it?
To anyone else, it would be but emptiness and darkened halls.
Unto me it is home, clean or unclean, alive or dead, filled or emptied of spirit….
it is my only home, and my great dream.
She is my garden, and my place of rest.
If not the soil ever springs to life
I shall then Wait evermore in faith
for my Father to make all things new again.
And in this heart shall be testament to all
that took place in the life of her
whom I love.
Here in me her spirit soars like the first eagle.
Inside my secret places,
beyond the bottomless pit of sorrows.
Like all the other times before
Humbled
Ryan o0o
So I Look to the Heavens
I looked unto the Heavens soft mist
Barreled clouds
Like all the other times before
humbled
Oh that this man would find protected there the hearts of those in love everlasting. Be it on knees for the power of the spirit waiting and at peace. My earthly vessel secure on the face of rock I lay in spirits weeping. Alone never in heart but as man without bones to rattle the sleeping awake. They reach out to comfort in mist without shadow inside the hole where blood flows. I feel it alive in me, beating, waiting. Who but my Father knows of such things? Yet known to all it is when courage has abandoned the flesh.
Therein this vessel beside me a shell not forgotten. Dim stare and mockery and nothingness present. Still all the keys to all the doors wide open in me again are made clear. Alas even still more are they given though unknown. Still yet are they offered unseen. Still forever are they in the hands of another who has lost their arm. For what is it worth? What can man devise to unriddle the puzzle hidden? How great it is to behold the Baron’s wickedness found in the blessing of thy brother’s keeper. Mortal, hurt, lost… they lay without a savior’s rest to warm them. This is the sorrow of earth who mourns the loss of her children’s play.
What worth?
None
For with whatever comes into the heart of mankind that breaks the covenant’s purpose be there untold horrors of isolation. Staring it straight in the face our mouths are sealed shut unable to speak! Cry OUT to not let this place be all that is left.
Silence
slowly fading as man trades love for a trinket.
My eyes have seen what not has been. The skin prepares for the onslaught of wrath which accompanies such times. Of care it has said it has none for me, since none had care for it.
That which I do not know, and could not know reveals what I should not have known. Awakened Sparrow flies away, to ease the severed truths from bleeding hearts. No, a songbird I think stopped singing, perhaps a lovely flower that withered at its most potential.
Sleep, sleep and rest whatever rest you can. Though I machine shall watch over the tampered will with grace at the love I have shared. Even now this grace mingles with Heavenly mist upon barrelled clouds.
What chance to see the dying breath? With honor was truth given to me. That none shall take or know what I have known, and even still on earth as the empty vessel walks, shall I know and feel for both who touched the sky. This day comes at the heaviest price to she who bore a perfect being. Look upon that now and see there is nothing which compares, nothing which upholds and nothing that fulfills at ALL the purpose of the creators love. Each and every soul of earth has been measured and weighed, and none compare to the loss. The first, the second and the third… outweigh all the rest. For this the vessel is emptied, drained, dried up, and shattered on the floor. For this great gift the given spirit does set aside its blessing, and rots the vine from where it came.
All have left, and all have wandered.
They the princess and royal house take all with them but the humbled servant. They who emptied the house, and plundered its fruit gardens… leave behind one steward to hang in spiders webs.
Yet I love this house even without its foundation. I see spectres and images of the life it once held. I hear sounds and smell sweetness of the food it once prepared. Alas the spirit is gone from these hallowed halls. No not in even the servants den is there light. It is I who crawls then to touch the panels, feel the corners, and hold record of what great wonders once lived there. They say to me that I should consider the worth of such crumbled castles.
But in this Castle my Love once Lived. As I afar watched over the royal family. With a word I saw them depart, with a command I watched them dismember their hearts. Just as suddenly as it had been built, it was silent and cold. The flower gardens uprooted and plundered.
Oh that this man would still find protected in its walls the hearts of those loved. But, it is not mine to say. For who in their minds knows a man above a Prince? Who in their life knows the servant loved as a son or daughter? There was one from what I hear, who served well in the garden of eden… and found his way into Sovereignty. But it is those who are created themselves from the very walls of the castle that still hold up the timbers inside her. It is they who from life bring life and by having life given adorn laughter promised of families eternal bond. I now as a sole steward command nothing but dust, just as I am also from dust. And this is the reckoning of the spirits departure.
Shall it be in my own tears.
Since this is a story no one has care for anymore.
Still I in life obey my Father’s dream to love the home another servant had abandoned.
Yeah it was not even mine to love, but found without a Masters touch I brought to it my Masters labor. Therein did I also find Heaven and the spirit of my eternal lover’s song. Within and throughout did I dance and sing songs with the Queen of all Queens. How beautifully graceful she is, how perfect in every way even her memory alone is.
And this I answer to the questioned asked. What worth is it?
To anyone else, it would be but emptiness and darkened halls.
Unto me it is home, clean or unclean, alive or dead, filled or emptied of spirit….
it is my only home, and my great dream.
She is my garden, and my place of rest.
If not the soil ever springs to life
I shall then Wait evermore in faith
for my Father to make all things new again.
And in this heart shall be testament to all
that took place in the life of her
whom I love.
Here in me her spirit soars like the first eagle.
Inside my secret places,
beyond the bottomless pit of sorrows.
Like all the other times before
Humbled
Ryan o0o
Themes and Insights
So I Look to the Heavens
Spiritual Duty and Humility: There’s a strong theme of the narrator remaining faithful to his spiritual duty, maintaining the home and love of a place once vibrant but now left to ruin. This duty is carried out in humility, despite the absence of the spirit and physical life.
Unseen Bonds of Love: Â Love remains even when all else is gone. The narrator expresses that his love endures beyond the physical world, transcending into a spiritual and eternal form, connected to a higher, divine love.
Heaven and Earth Connection: The writing contemplates the link between the earthly and the heavenly, with constant references to divine presence and the Father’s dream. There is a yearning for renewal and a belief that everything lost on earth will be made new again in heaven.
Isolation and Loneliness: Despite the presence of divine love, the piece conveys a sense of isolation. The narrator reflects on being left behind to guard something precious that others have abandoned, illustrating the contrast between human forgetfulness and spiritual endurance.
So I Look to the Heavens
I looked unto the Heavens soft mist
Barreled clouds
Like all the other times before
humbled
Oh that this man would find protected there the hearts of those in love everlasting. Be it on knees for the power of the spirit waiting and at peace. My earthly vessel secure on the face of rock I lay in spirits weeping. Alone never in heart but as man without bones to rattle the sleeping awake. They reach out to comfort in mist without shadow inside the hole where blood flows. I feel it alive in me, beating, waiting. Who but my Father knows of such things? Yet known to all it is when courage has abandoned the flesh.
Therein this vessel beside me a shell not forgotten. Dim stare and mockery and nothingness present. Still all the keys to all the doors wide open in me again are made clear. Alas even still more are they given though unknown. Still yet are they offered unseen. Still forever are they in the hands of another who has lost their arm. For what is it worth? What can man devise to unriddle the puzzle hidden? How great it is to behold the Baron’s wickedness found in the blessing of thy brother’s keeper. Mortal, hurt, lost… they lay without a savior’s rest to warm them. This is the sorrow of earth who mourns the loss of her children’s play.
What worth?
None
For with whatever comes into the heart of mankind that breaks the covenant’s purpose be there untold horrors of isolation. Staring it straight in the face our mouths are sealed shut unable to speak! Cry OUT to not let this place be all that is left.
Silence
slowly fading as man trades love for a trinket.
My eyes have seen what not has been. The skin prepares for the onslaught of wrath which accompanies such times. Of care it has said it has none for me, since none had care for it.
That which I do not know, and could not know reveals what I should not have known. Awakened Sparrow flies away, to ease the severed truths from bleeding hearts. No, a songbird I think stopped singing, perhaps a lovely flower that withered at its most potential.
Sleep, sleep and rest whatever rest you can. Though I machine shall watch over the tampered will with grace at the love I have shared. Even now this grace mingles with Heavenly mist upon barrelled clouds.
What chance to see the dying breath? With honor was truth given to me. That none shall take or know what I have known, and even still on earth as the empty vessel walks, shall I know and feel for both who touched the sky. This day comes at the heaviest price to she who bore a perfect being. Look upon that now and see there is nothing which compares, nothing which upholds and nothing that fulfills at ALL the purpose of the creators love. Each and every soul of earth has been measured and weighed, and none compare to the loss. The first, the second and the third… outweigh all the rest. For this the vessel is emptied, drained, dried up, and shattered on the floor. For this great gift the given spirit does set aside its blessing, and rots the vine from where it came.
All have left, and all have wandered.
They the princess and royal house take all with them but the humbled servant. They who emptied the house, and plundered its fruit gardens… leave behind one steward to hang in spiders webs.
Yet I love this house even without its foundation. I see spectres and images of the life it once held. I hear sounds and smell sweetness of the food it once prepared. Alas the spirit is gone from these hallowed halls. No not in even the servants den is there light. It is I who crawls then to touch the panels, feel the corners, and hold record of what great wonders once lived there. They say to me that I should consider the worth of such crumbled castles.
But in this Castle my Love once Lived. As I afar watched over the royal family. With a word I saw them depart, with a command I watched them dismember their hearts. Just as suddenly as it had been built, it was silent and cold. The flower gardens uprooted and plundered.
Oh that this man would still find protected in its walls the hearts of those loved. But, it is not mine to say. For who in their minds knows a man above a Prince? Who in their life knows the servant loved as a son or daughter? There was one from what I hear, who served well in the garden of eden… and found his way into Sovereignty. But it is those who are created themselves from the very walls of the castle that still hold up the timbers inside her. It is they who from life bring life and by having life given adorn laughter promised of families eternal bond. I now as a sole steward command nothing but dust, just as I am also from dust. And this is the reckoning of the spirits departure.
Shall it be in my own tears.
Since this is a story no one has care for anymore.
Still I in life obey my Father’s dream to love the home another servant had abandoned.
Yeah it was not even mine to love, but found without a Masters touch I brought to it my Masters labor. Therein did I also find Heaven and the spirit of my eternal lover’s song. Within and throughout did I dance and sing songs with the Queen of all Queens. How beautifully graceful she is, how perfect in every way even her memory alone is.
And this I answer to the questioned asked. What worth is it?
To anyone else, it would be but emptiness and darkened halls.
Unto me it is home, clean or unclean, alive or dead, filled or emptied of spirit….
it is my only home, and my great dream.
She is my garden, and my place of rest.
If not the soil ever springs to life
I shall then Wait evermore in faith
for my Father to make all things new again.
And in this heart shall be testament to all
that took place in the life of her
whom I love.
Here in me her spirit soars like the first eagle.
Inside my secret places,
beyond the bottomless pit of sorrows.
Like all the other times before
Humbled
Ryan o0o
Themes and Insights
So I Look to the Heavens
Spiritual Duty and Humility: There’s a strong theme of the narrator remaining faithful to his spiritual duty, maintaining the home and love of a place once vibrant but now left to ruin. This duty is carried out in humility, despite the absence of the spirit and physical life.
Unseen Bonds of Love: Â Love remains even when all else is gone. The narrator expresses that his love endures beyond the physical world, transcending into a spiritual and eternal form, connected to a higher, divine love.
Heaven and Earth Connection: The writing contemplates the link between the earthly and the heavenly, with constant references to divine presence and the Father’s dream. There is a yearning for renewal and a belief that everything lost on earth will be made new again in heaven.
Isolation and Loneliness: Despite the presence of divine love, the piece conveys a sense of isolation. The narrator reflects on being left behind to guard something precious that others have abandoned, illustrating the contrast between human forgetfulness and spiritual endurance.
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