"Narnia, Narnia, Narnia, awake! Be walking trees! Be talking beasts! Be divine waters!"
Aslan in The Magician's Nephew
My hands brush the pages
And echoes of magic
caress my fingertips
Before my eyes
Lie swards of green
And divine waters
Sheltered between parchment
And around me the real world
Seems like an old TV screen
Black and white and fuzzy
My heart beats a cadence
Against my ribs at the thought
To walk the green pastures
By the lion
The Lantern Waste
awaits my coming
And fair Cair Paravel
calls me to my home by the sea
I am a wanderer here
A mere vagabond
My real home lies
Between the pages
This world of ink draws breath
And it has become my Heaven
In a list
- My Spiritual Poems • next in list
- Poems that Combine Fantasy and Philosophy/Spirituality • next in list
A contest entry
- Inspiration Photo Contest by Darc Soul.
300 points, ended April 8, 2007, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - CONTEST OF OPTIONS! COME 1, COME ALL! NOW OPEN TO PREWRITES! by Heavens Child.
850 points, ended April 2, 2007, 33 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Faith can sometimes have substitutes and so help us to cling and if it helps us hold on to the reality of Christanity then I am in favour of it , especially something as inspiring as the cronicles,well done
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Interesting merger between fantasy and faith. Whilst not a fan of the chronicles, this write still held some intrigue for me, so for that at least, bravo.
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i know how you feel! i love the Chronicles of Narnia to sometimes i feel like i belong there more than i do here. very nicely written! great job!
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