I would like you to read my earliest version of the book I'm working on. It's finally put together. Read it! It's my Christian testimony in allegorical form. Get to know me. And if I find any brothers or sisters who write this same style, please reveal yourselves. I'm searching for you out there.
HE GAVE ME EARS TO HEAR: AN ANTHOLOGY OF PARABLES GOD USED TO DRAW ME NEAR
Mm. I'm new here; unaware if introductions are a requirement necessary. I feel, however, that they are a polite way to begin; thus here is mine: I am EriK (must capitalize the 'K' in EriK, yes), otherwise known as 'Poe' (as he is my soul); if you address me, you may call me either. I was invited by one danparables, who caught sight of my journal and thought I might enjoy this community (thank you). I've spent a time perusing this journal and find that, indeed, it seems my cup of interest. With that, I'd like to post one of my faves by (you guessed correctly) E.A. Poe:
From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view.
Somehow this man knew his time was running out and this tiny, isolated world of fear, pain, and disgust would soon be his. But he never imagined that would mean losing his candle light and not even being able to see his things as he would sense even more intensifying evil all about.