That bigger and better we all long for
That feeling I've always wanted
The ultimate sense of happiness, peace, joy, belonging--
I wont find it here.
It is eternity tugging at my heart
Pulling my soul from its deepest roots
Stirring the depths of every human
"He has also sent eternity in the hearts of men." (Ecclesiastes 3:11)
That deep, insatiable yearning
will not be met here.
Yet, I will not despair.
I rest in faith stronger than hope.
Eternity will come.
I know I will be satisfied.
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Monday, July 29, 2013
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Sometimes I Feel like a Pillow
Somedays I feel like a pillow.
The place people go when they've no where else to be.
The reliable safe heart always ready for a cozy memory.
A dependable place to cry or pound angry fists.
Always forgiving.
Always accepting.
Sometimes I feel like a pillow,
Neglected for something better.
The snot stains from your grief become repulsive.
The lumps from your fist too disconcerting.
And really - the case was never that attractive anyway.
Sometimes I feel like a pillow,
Shoved into the closet
Mixed with ugly sweaters
and shrunken winter jackets.
And there I take the tears
And there I take the anger
And there I'm not wanted
But there I'm left to be.
Until,
She comes.
Or rather,
I go.
To hands big enough to hold the world.
They squeeze me,
Knead me,
And ask why I stayed away so long.
Sometimes I feel like a pillow
Fresh.
Full.
And ready for my purpose.
The place people go when they've no where else to be.
The reliable safe heart always ready for a cozy memory.
A dependable place to cry or pound angry fists.
Always forgiving.
Always accepting.
Sometimes I feel like a pillow,
Neglected for something better.
The snot stains from your grief become repulsive.
The lumps from your fist too disconcerting.
And really - the case was never that attractive anyway.
Sometimes I feel like a pillow,
Shoved into the closet
Mixed with ugly sweaters
and shrunken winter jackets.
And there I take the tears
And there I take the anger
And there I'm not wanted
But there I'm left to be.
Until,
She comes.
Or rather,
I go.
To hands big enough to hold the world.
They squeeze me,
Knead me,
And ask why I stayed away so long.
Sometimes I feel like a pillow
Fresh.
Full.
And ready for my purpose.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Light and Shadows
The shadow of death.
An image described with every recitation of the 23rd Psalms, but how many of us really think about what it means?
The shadow of death.
Death ahead, death behind, blocking the sun with its mammoth frame.
The feeling:
Like metal on your teeth.
Like a vice wrapped with waiting to squeeze your throat.
But then, a light.
Not the dull glimmer of a dying ember.
Not the weak beam of a flashlight in need of new batteries.
A bright light.
A great light.
Like a light house standing proud.
Like a baby growing inside its mother.
Like the glow of a bride walking the aisle to meet her groom. White dress rustling, hair alight with the pleasure of the family she passes, all pleased with the union.
The music swells with joyous epiphany.
Sweet vanilla fills the air.
Glorious.
Dark is the absence of light.
Peace is not the absence of weeping.
The Prince of Peace wept.
God does not say no more distress.
He says no more gloom for those in distress.
Just glorious light.
An image described with every recitation of the 23rd Psalms, but how many of us really think about what it means?
The shadow of death.
Death ahead, death behind, blocking the sun with its mammoth frame.
The feeling:
Like metal on your teeth.
Like a vice wrapped with waiting to squeeze your throat.
But then, a light.
Not the dull glimmer of a dying ember.
Not the weak beam of a flashlight in need of new batteries.
A bright light.
A great light.
Like a light house standing proud.
Like a baby growing inside its mother.
Like the glow of a bride walking the aisle to meet her groom. White dress rustling, hair alight with the pleasure of the family she passes, all pleased with the union.
The music swells with joyous epiphany.
Sweet vanilla fills the air.
Glorious.
Dark is the absence of light.
Peace is not the absence of weeping.
The Prince of Peace wept.
God does not say no more distress.
He says no more gloom for those in distress.
Just glorious light.
Isaiah 9:1-21 Nevertheless, there will be no more gloom for those who were in distress. In the past he humbled the land of Zebulun and the land of Naphtali, but in the future he will honor Galilee of the nations, by the Way of the Sea, beyond the Jordan—2 The people walking in darkness
have seen a great light;
on those living in the land of deep darkness
a light has dawned.
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