I could not look down for fear of seeing where I was heading. I could not look up because, well, “up” had rejected me. All I knew was at this moment I was married to this piece of glass, and if that glass wouldn’t accept me all I could do is try to accept it and hang on for fear of falling into the abyss.
To be honest, it wasn’t the rather unspectacular car or the completely unremarkable dent that had me transfixed. The concave crater formed by someone’s mistake was streaked with a cobalt-blue paint as if someone had applied it with their fingers. The paint was a unique kind of color, one that I didn’t see much of, but one that had brought fond memories into view. One that had me lost in a combination of yesterday, today and tomorrow.
You can fee the icy stare of sin glare at you from some unlit corner of your mind. It looks not at you, but through you, using the attachments you have to your own judgments against […]
I am unsure and like a child again searching for her arms, her breast, her soothing voice. The tears I cry are hidden by the salty remains of the wave I let loose on the world, but they are there. Sometimes best cried in solitude, other times best hidden from even the parts of me that want to let them flow.
A man walked into church one day. He looked haggard, tired, unkempt and his clothes were unwashed and wrinkled as if he had slept in them for days. He could not help but notice the stares of the congregation as he moved to a pew near the back of the building.
My friend you ask such a wonderful question! Let me try to answer you in the only way I can. Let’s be still for a moment…
The first time my Soul wept for Her was the moment I was born. Our Souls were once together, wandering across the Universe free from our minds and our stories. Then, in a moment’s folly, […]
That is how we make Love work. We feel enough to know, care enough to see and Love enough to want to bring the Garden alive. Our tears carve paths through the ashy remains of our dreams now staining our faces. This is hope as we can either use those tears to cleanse us of our wounds or to create new ones.
Yes, this was Love for him. It was the Kingdom of God he might never have seen if not for those eyes. It was the Garden of Eden he was cast out of when he became ashamed of his nakedness. It was the realization that of the million lifetimes he had felt course through his moments this one exposed the Truth of truths.
Ok, fine Universe, I remember the lesson. There is order in this mess, silence in the noise, light in the darkness. Somewhere…find it, search for it, and it will come. Or not.
