Running across water, gliding through restless whirlpools.
Dumped forward in brutal thrusts towards an abysmal chasm of iridescence.
The girl’s burdened frame blunders along, pupils attached to greatness and vision.
When gazing upon the beauty, her steps are dreamy and luminous,
skipping gleefully over the raging shadows.
She looks down and sees the nervous hesitation of an awkward reflection,
immediately paralyzed by unrecognized fears and misunderstood desires.
Her steps falter. She falls—swallowed by lies, suffocated by deceit.
Oh, how pressing are the waves.
Rising up again and again to overwhelm and defeat.
Wet slaps of misery hysterically shouting their victory.
A gnashing merry-go-round of throbbing blue.
The winds ridicule her fears, beating her soul into defeat.
Their relentless chorus of mockery seductively gnaws away at her faith.
Her throat is drowning, struggling to cry out to the distant light.
I see the fingers, even though they seem so far away. And I believe in their love.
[Beautifully written by my poetic friend, Mistertee]
Since my years in junior high, I knew what I wanted to “achieve” in life. Through my fiery baptism of the spring of 1992, I found my passion, my dream, my calling if you will. It was my great vision given from above.
But I kept it private. I wanted to make sure it wasn’t fleeting, temporal, impulsive… selfish. Over the years, I’ve watched this seed of passion grow and take root in me- deeper and deeper. My heart, mind and soul were aching for this dreamy and luminous vision.
Unfortunately, in grad school I hesitated, faltered, and fell. My dream faded into the periphery as the means became my end. The foolishness of this world became wisdom to me. And I started to drown.
Today in church I was powerfully reminded of my passion, my dream. Why I had followed the path that I have. Why I find myself here today.
I have no job.
Yet, God’s calling is working through me even now.
I have no permanent housing.
Yet, my soul has found rest.
I have no home church.
Yet, I am so encouraged to see fingers of love stretched across this city.
And how sweet it is!
Dumped forward in brutal thrusts towards an abysmal chasm of iridescence.
The girl’s burdened frame blunders along, pupils attached to greatness and vision.
When gazing upon the beauty, her steps are dreamy and luminous,
skipping gleefully over the raging shadows.
She looks down and sees the nervous hesitation of an awkward reflection,
immediately paralyzed by unrecognized fears and misunderstood desires.
Her steps falter. She falls—swallowed by lies, suffocated by deceit.
Oh, how pressing are the waves.
Rising up again and again to overwhelm and defeat.
Wet slaps of misery hysterically shouting their victory.
A gnashing merry-go-round of throbbing blue.
The winds ridicule her fears, beating her soul into defeat.
Their relentless chorus of mockery seductively gnaws away at her faith.
Her throat is drowning, struggling to cry out to the distant light.
I see the fingers, even though they seem so far away. And I believe in their love.
[Beautifully written by my poetic friend, Mistertee]
Since my years in junior high, I knew what I wanted to “achieve” in life. Through my fiery baptism of the spring of 1992, I found my passion, my dream, my calling if you will. It was my great vision given from above.
But I kept it private. I wanted to make sure it wasn’t fleeting, temporal, impulsive… selfish. Over the years, I’ve watched this seed of passion grow and take root in me- deeper and deeper. My heart, mind and soul were aching for this dreamy and luminous vision.
Unfortunately, in grad school I hesitated, faltered, and fell. My dream faded into the periphery as the means became my end. The foolishness of this world became wisdom to me. And I started to drown.
Today in church I was powerfully reminded of my passion, my dream. Why I had followed the path that I have. Why I find myself here today.
I have no job.
Yet, God’s calling is working through me even now.
I have no permanent housing.
Yet, my soul has found rest.
I have no home church.
Yet, I am so encouraged to see fingers of love stretched across this city.
And how sweet it is!
*~*To God alone be glory—Soli Deo Gloria*~*
