Sunday, April 5, 2009

Parallel Universe

Climbing, Climbing
Higher, higher
The boundless ocean below, an orchestra,
Crescendoing against the sands of the beach below


I hear the winds howling
Blowing powerfully thorough the trees deeply rooted behind me
In awe of Your might
Mouth gaping at displays of Your power

I smile inwardly at my smallness
My cockiness, my egocentric view of the world
I know You are changing this
I laugh, often, at my jokes

So rooted in my reality.

The music plays on
As I hear with my eyes
And see with my ears
As I taste with my nose
And smell with my mouth

Everything is different

But You remain the same

Everything is foreign

But I find stability in You, Written for me to believe

An ounce of Faith,
Granted so mercifully
Growing incessantly
Clarifying internally

All that I am

All that You ask me to be

I fall
I fall again
I fail
I fail again
Frustration abounds.

Self-reliance is intoxicating.

She wrote, then sang:
Even the high and mighty ones learn to slide.

I’m sliding, tripping, falling;
Hands reaching,
Grasping, grabbing for anything to hold me upright,
To pull me back to my higher stance

And I fall to the sandy beach below
Broken in body
Torn in half
But entirely whole in Spirit

I lay with the sea lapping at my feet
Unaware of the frostbite encroaching
My focus, and fear, drawn only to Your presence beside me
Inside me.

Awestruck and Dumbfounded

I ask no questions
I need no answers

You are more than enough.

About Me

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I live amongst the dragons and the warriors of the 21st century. I surround myself with both the peasants, the aristocrats; the knights and the maidens. For a long time (now quite in the past), I wove the structure of my life around the mold others saw for me. I've since learned to live for God and myself. Freedom comes and goes as I remember this lesson of mine. But my life is MY life: a series of events and remembering such. And this, this beautiful montage, is why I wake up every morning. God willing.