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Aug 2018 · 1.8k
haecceity
Gabriel Bonney Aug 2018
You are made of stone.
As are we all.
We are all sculptures,
sculpted by the world.
But what the world will not tell you is
you are a masterpiece,
sculpted by the Sculptor.
You were made good,
your splendor carved by the Creator,
even before His creation.
The Almighty knew you,
even before a scentence
spoke the world into existance
in an instant.
He knew every chisel, ever groove, every crease,
etched in His image.
The world had convinced you
that you have a heart of stone,
but this is not so.
Though your exterior may be
as rough, inflexible, and ridged
as a rock,
your heart is written in blood
and laps against your rigorous appearances.
Your heart,
my counterpart,
is not made of stone.
It is a roaring sea,
of soul and emotion you have left alone,
and it longs to break free.
haecceity | Latin | (n.) the essence of a particular thing that gives it its unique particularity; the "thing-ness" of a thing--its individuality, specificity, essence of what makes it what it is
Aug 2018 · 364
Verstehen
Gabriel Bonney Aug 2018
There is a wall.
There is a light around this wall.
This wall will cast a shadow
on both of its sides,
because there is a light all around it.
It just does not see it.
And I will stand near this wall,
just beyong where its shadows lie.
I will speak to this wall.
I will bring up topics of rootless things,
but it's all to plant the seeds.
I will take another steps toward the wall.
I will tell it stories,
and I will make it laugh.
Then another step.
I will share with it my deepest fears,
and my greatest hope.
I will sit beside this wall,
and its shadow will not be as dim.
Verstehen | German | "meaningful understanding"; the concept of putting yourself in the shoes of others in order to see things from their perspective and understand them better
Aug 2018 · 207
nam-jai
Gabriel Bonney Aug 2018
I want to say, "T e l l  m e  a b o u t  t h i s  o n e;
t h e  o n e  t h a t ' s  s o  d e e p,
m a d e  b y  t h e  t o u c h  o f  y o u r  f e a r s
a n d  t h e  t e a r s  t h a t  y o u  w e e p,"  yet
I can't, can I? But I would
if you give me  the
chance.
nam-jai | thai | sincere kindness and true willingness to help others, even before they ask, without expecting anything in return
Aug 2018 · 128
When you're hiking
Gabriel Bonney Aug 2018
I went hiking yesterday
And I thought of a poem just for you
It may not rhmye
But I hope it helps you out sometime
With whatever you're going through
So here it is, without further delay ~

When you're hiking
Don't get so caught up on where your footing is
Stop and take a look around
Enjoy the scenery
Or else you'll get a spiderweb in your face
Yep. That's happened
Aug 2018 · 835
latibule
Gabriel Bonney Aug 2018
Sometimes I go to a song,
or a person,
or a section of Scripture
when I don't feel so good
A place of safety and comfort
Perhaps you do too
whether it be a song,
a poem,
a place--
whatever it may be
A place to get away from the world
for just a few minutes
to recharge
to meditate
to take a deep breath--
whatever you may do

So here's a poem for us
a reminder
a hiding place
A place where the world can't get to you,
where you can drown it out,
where you can replinish,
At least for a few seconds,
before stepping into the world again
with open hands
A place of safety and comfort
To have,
but not to keep
Promise me that
It's not a weakness if you need somewhere to retreat to. Whether it be during each passing period at schoool, or when you get home from work; maybe you read a poem to ease your mind, or you read a verse from the Bible to remind you of the hope we have, or you talk to someone you trust who's going through the same problems you are; this is not a weakness. Although our circumstances may be different, we all find our safety in comfort in a certain thing. It is my belief this shows unity in humanity, that we all at least need a snippet of something uplifting to reach the end of the day.
I don't know what your latibule is, but ultimately mine is in God. No matter what I've done, or where I'm at in life, I'm always able to find peace and shelter in His perfect love. Sure, I find comfort in poems that relate to what I'm going through, and I listen to songs about my faith, and I go to people for wise counsel; but when I put my hope in something such as a poem or a person, and I latch onto that as the source of my joy, as if they were my Savior, my world falls apart. So these poems, these people, these places... they're for us to have, but not to keep.

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