I wrote this piece a few years ago on a beautiful September day. It was during a time when I was not close to God at all, yet writing this felt like I was guided by something else, something bigger.
This particular piece has shown me a great deal of insight in life and how I live it.
Eventually I came to the part where I could have given God the credit, but I was a little confused by all this that was happening, and I changed one word, one simple word which changed the entire meaning of it.
I do not wish to correct this word though. Because it reminds me of the mistake that I made. It is a good reminder, and I love this piece so much. It gets to me every time I read back on it.
Please enjoy.
The journey so far…
The journey started out to be a nice walk across the plains. A gentle breeze softly strokes the high grass as it takes off into the air and becomes part of the greater sky.
As with all journeys, the path ahead is full of pitfalls and traps; obstacles that may discourage a traveller such as myself.
As I travel on, to the land where the plains become slopes, I start to notice that things are getting rough. No more strawling through the comfort of the grass so soft. No, this time the road is bumpy and steep. I know now, that I need to stand firm in my shoes and make the climb if I want to make it to the top.
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There is a gentle grace in my movement,
an air of peace in my breathing.
My heart follows an upbeat rhythm,
inspired by memories of love of yesterdays.
The reality of last moon’s dreams has left a sense of melancholy in my soul,
a sense I’m unable to shake on summer’s day (a day that reflects the day it broke in the first place).
Whilst my hope lies in the knowledge of my savior, I cannot hide the wounds from my life before the calm.
I need not lie about this part of mine which desires to surrender to the paradoxal feelings of heartache, more so than the part of me that wishes to move on.
I need not confirmation, nor reciprocation; I merely seek to let such loving feelings flow. Why hold a river, when it can quench the thirst of one, if not many (why drown yourself)?
How could I move with grace, or breathe with peace when the pressure of the dam would weigh me down? Am I wrong to love without the need of acceptation? Is this not the Lord’s desire? He who gave without reason other than love?
Could I truly find a reason not to let the river flow unconditionally? If the Lord saw fit to give is life, who am I to say mine is not worth yours, or yours not worth mine?
Then the bitter irony strikes, of course: should I not deem my own life worthy of mine? Would my sacrifice give meaning to my being? Or has His sacrifice already done that?
In that sense, need I not just let the river flow and trust that it will take me where the current allows me to go?
There is a gentle grace in my movement,
an air of peace in my breathing.
I know Love
(originally written on: December 30, 2008)
LIFE: 1 COIN 2 SIDES
On a relaxing night I find myself once again thinking about life and the complexity of the human mind and our ability to create our own reality. Crazy theories and ideas start to form in my own mind to a point where I just have to stop and write them down. The result of that would be the following.
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