The Story

Life is a story.
The world is the setting.
All who think are characters.
Those who think most are main characters,
for each thought requires description.
Those who feel the most require at least as much attention,
for each feeling also a description.

Suffering is felt more than joy,
more than hatred, and more than comfort–
but not more than love.
True love begins with suffering–it becomes more.

Some must create suffering,
for those who think and suffer most drive the story.
Those who love the most make the story.
God loves those who make the story,
for He loves the story
no less than He loves all of His characters.
They are all Him.

He knows how to write a good story,
and most good stories have happy endings–
just as will this one.

I know,
because He Knows,
because He Loves,
because He Is.

-Bryan Meluch

So, it is currently eleven-after-two in the morning on Ash Wednesday, 2010. (Yes, I tend towards Catholicism, but I also believe in reincarnation–guess that makes me a Transcendental Catholic…)

Anyway, I’ll get straight to the point (for once).
I cannot actually post any of my short stories, as they are all at least 1500 words (not characters) in length.

Never fear!
When God shuts a window, he opens your brain up and smacks it around a bit until it works properly.

Upshot being, I can post my poetry to this blog…
Just let me know if you would like to hear more of my poems than the first one I’ve posted.

FYI: Poetry is not my strong suit. I am much better with prose.

What was my point, again?
Oh, right.
Welcome to the B-Meluch Magic! poetry blog…! :D

May that I find you in Evening’s Mirror

Should your skeptic’s ears hear my words and wonder, then
Adrift upon uncertain seas
Perhaps this weary and wanting mariner
Availed of wayward Zephyr’s breath, will
Among strange flotsam humanity discover
Sextant no longer pointing him west

Dearest mine, wherever you be
I swear to seek without rest or reprieve, until
As to Andromeda came Perseus
As by Isis lived Osiris
By moon and by stars, lanterns of night
Providence, gilded nimbus, illumines thee

And finding once your soul, of heaven’s cast
Never will I entertain departure or flight
Captive of your effervescent laugh
Devotee of your emanant light
I vow to ever thee adore
And to drive before you sorrow’s blight

That we should live such days is hope’s decree,
As together we step through partitioned past
To stroll side-by-side along eternity’s shore
Our satisfaction oblivious to miseries
Absent desire for anything more
Rapt with futures yet unexplored

Oh glorious dream!
May that I never wake
Lest it be to find
That it were not mere sleep
But evening’s mirror
Reflecting your face

-Bryan A. Meluch