all my thoughts lingers and journeys, not on distant galaxies; nor unconquered planets; nor unchartered seas, but humbly, on my own free space. looking within the confines of my self, i find fresh rain to water my soul; i savor the scent of blooming roses and new-born grass to enliven my heart; i snuggle on cool, clean, white stretches of yards and yards of soft cotton quilt to comfort my body; while endless expanses of woven and unwoven, broken and unbroken, formed and unformed brightness and darkness in fierce combat occupy my mind. above all these, i compose an uncrafted melody, an unplayed symphony, an unwritten poetry to an audience of one.
He has not acknowledged nor ended my performance, respectfully He observes in the distance. watching, waiting, wondering, we both amuse each other. i, in my meager attempt and naivete; He, in His silent mystery. if only to mirror His thoughts, i mimic His silence. behold! wonders of all wonders, His silence inspires, inspects, instructs, instills courage and strength unfamiliar to my mortal self.
stretching my humanity; bending me; breaking me; forming me; molding me 'til my will and spirit are no longer mine. the more i am unlearning, the more that i really learn; the more that i am yielding, the more that He is wielding; the more that i am hurting, the more that He is loving...
He has not acknowledged nor ended my performance, respectfully He observes in the distance. watching, waiting, wondering, we both amuse each other. i, in my meager attempt and naivete; He, in His silent mystery. if only to mirror His thoughts, i mimic His silence. behold! wonders of all wonders, His silence inspires, inspects, instructs, instills courage and strength unfamiliar to my mortal self.
stretching my humanity; bending me; breaking me; forming me; molding me 'til my will and spirit are no longer mine. the more i am unlearning, the more that i really learn; the more that i am yielding, the more that He is wielding; the more that i am hurting, the more that He is loving...
i have not
captivated my audience
instead,
in His majesty
He has captivated
me.
captivated my audience
instead,
in His majesty
He has captivated
me.
1 comment:
some thoughts from a literary student to one: i beleive this is an attempt to veer into prose. it's still not an essay to me but what the heck, you're learning, unlearning your old ways. i can't help but criticize.. make it solid, find logic in ironies and keep firm on one theme. (it's too early for morning hence my thoughts are running.. and my fingers just keep on typing)
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