Biography of Zoe MacRae
I grew up in a family of 8, in Savannah, Georgia, USA. I began writing poetry around the age of 13. My last two years of highschool I lived in Costa Rica and Chile. I am now a senior in college, studying Art with a concentration in oil painting. I am also a singer/songwriter/musician.
Zoe MacRae Poems
I Am A Contradiction
Trembling verbal incarnation I am a contradiction Of systems, of values, of attitudes, Of statements, of words, of meanings.
Hiding Place: A Sonnet
In deepest, darkest fear I ran to hide. Fast did my feet and my heart in rhythm pound, Breaking a dead silence the only sound, ‘Til in dread despair to you, Lord, I cried.
Nothing's obvious anymore. Always, 'It's complicated'. Remember the days when Life was so clear?
(These are the lyrics to a song I wrote...) When I'm running away and scared And all, it seems, is hopeless
You dance in a white dress A beautiful life. But you feel Their suffering
Red letters Cut deep Soothe the pain inside. Red letters
Father God, The darkness is engulfing me! The darkness is crashing over me like a great wave. The Spirit cries out within me,
Untitled Song (You Cannot Serve Two Mast...
My grip is weakened by long months, A long winter of holding on. You looked into eyes that could not keep meeting your gaze, Told me to let go of those empty promises.
Still, quiet my soul rests As I feel the comforting touch of The colorful breeze. For only half the feel of light is warmth;
Lord, capture my heart and transform it to be like that of your Son. Make me holy, whatever the cost. Break me and heal me, Father of all comfort.
Time freezes. Fall down Silence as loud as
Sitting Here Alone
Don't tear me away! We all tore away And now I don't know what to do How to act or
Poem From A Beautiful Day
Open. Wide, far, so high And deep - I know it is. Filled with Free,
I Bring Hope
Some confusion Dust rising From dry land and Year-old memories
Lord, capture my heart and transform it
to be like that of your Son.
Make me holy, whatever the cost.
Break me and heal me, Father of all comfort.
Be my only true desire and joy,
And burn away every reflection
Until your face alone I see,
completely and in all your full, unfathomable,
and indescribable glory,