13 Mayıs 2013 Pazartesi

başlık yok



bir şey oldu,
sütümüz ekşidi.
bir şey oldu,
bayatladı her şey.

karnımda uçuşan hani o aptal kelebekler;
baharın sona ermesiyle hepsi geberip gitti..

zaten bahar mevsimi sıçmıştı işin içine,
kanatları delik deşik olmuştu.

o aptal ağrıyı çok özledim..




9 Mayıs 2013 Perşembe

bauhaus çok severim ben mesela.




All we ever wanted was everything 
All we ever got was cold 
Get up, eat jelly 
Sandwich bars, and barbed wire 
Squash every week into a day ...

5 Mayıs 2013 Pazar

Tanrı'nın gizemli yöntemleri vardır..





William Cowper (1731–1800)

God Moves in Mysterious Ways

God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence,
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

William Cowper was a British poet and hymnist. He struggled throughout his life with depression, doubts, and fears.