Until Then

Until Then

Until the light

resounds

and the weary are

pulled

from the ongoing battle,

we will stay diligently

sacrificing all

for our Creator.

Paths that crossed once

might not intersect

again,

until the eternal

cries

of blood-stained victory

gleam

before our eyes.

We will praise Him

in joyful reunion,

praise

His glorious name

through our bloodied tears, and

we will faithfully

exhale His

healing

name until our dying lips

fail

in the end.

In grace, we will stand

until then.

Let Go

Here is another juicy piece of randomness that dripped from my inky pen to the paper below. Enjoy!

Let Go

Open air
Just beyond the wayward
Desires,
Protesting admittance to those who
Cannot let go.
Open air
Beckons irresistibly, never ceasing to
Promise peace
And yet always guarantees
Loss.

New Blogs!

Aloha everyone, and welcome to the new blogs of Sarah Halbrook! :0
If you are formerly familiar to the blog "A Writer's Tale", then you are in for some good news! Everything is in working order now, and is not as crushed and disorganized and smooshed together as it used to be. I have created two other blogs and moved my poetry and random documentations of my life to them, respectively. On each of my blogs, you will find a section on the left hand side that supplies two links to the other blogs. Please become a follower of them! I would love to have readers. :) Here is a small breakdown of the new set-up.

A Writer's Tale - Writings: stories or random blurbs
A Writer's Journey - Random documentation of my life
A Writer's Song - Poetry (because I just CAN'T stop writing it!)

Words

I hesitate to disclaim what this poem is about before I post the poem, simply because I enjoy hearing how people interpret my poetry! Thus, I will refrain from posting the reasonings behind this until later. :) Enjoy!

Words

He gathers the elusive
stars of night, and
depicts
their silent
brilliance
as a resounding symphony
to those who are
only able to
see
through the echoing veil.
She derives the songs
of the birds,
sketching the tones
as a harmonizing palette
before the ever-watchful
gazes
of those
who can only
hear
through the painted melodies.

Thoughts?

Approach

It is well into the mire,
upon which dances
an everlasting war;
naysayers frequent among
the turbulence of the days,
battling, in part,
the One they were
written for.
Until the latter dawn
bows down unto the nights,
the ember that
sustains impossibilities
will eternally reflect
the Light.

Poem #564?

So, here is another poem. (You guys haven't said that you wanted the next part of the story thingy, so that's why I haven't posted it yet, just sayin'. *whistles innocently*) Anyways, random poem. I do hope you enjoy. Hopefully, more poems will soon follow!
(And the rest of a story if someone posts...! *COUGHCOUGH*)

;)

Goodbye

Across the threshold
I step,
tentatively,
awaiting your cry
for me to return.
Goodbye.
I do not know
why
I still have hope
that one day you might
see me as
more.
Goodbye.
I do not take
my leave from you
willingly,
but because
I have been led
away.
Goodbye.
Perhaps my beliefs were
wrong;
maybe you won't
realize
I'm gone.
Goodbye.
I slowly turn
around.
Looking back at
what I am
now
leaving behind.
Goodbye.
Suspended in the
cruel graps of time
I wait, painfully,
for you to see
me.
Just one last time.
Goodbye.
The moment is stretching
further,
I cannot
keep it open
much
longer.
Goodbye.

Never Meant for Me

I wrote this poem, but it just feels awkward in verse form. Think it would be better as prose? Comment your opinion, please!

Years pass
hidden
away in a drawer,
forgotten by others,
unknown
to me.
The contents
are revealed
many
years later,
Reminiscent
of things that
used to be.
A memory surfaces
in the form of
a letter
many
pages in length.
Blow away
the dust and read
words
that were never meant for me.
A name appears,
my own,
alongside of a hope
that I'd held onto for so
long.
Hope that, as written,
was never meant to
be.
Conversations,
conventions,
I was not aware of
fill
the pages,
and I discover the
truth
of what was
never meant to be told.
Though it is years
old, I realize
my hopes
were all in vain.
Feelings
trust
are all broken.
The love,
faith,
freely given,
I withdraw in
pain.
Because of
what will never be
meant
for me.