When Reality Hits

If only you could lift me upon eagle's wings...

The murmur of passing momentaries
Fills the echoing chambers of my audioscape.
I could, just might, grasping, able to make out words,
But in the end I just tune right out.
It is not real, but yet it is.
It is as real as the fingers on my hand.
But what cannot be seen seems more real.
Whispers of unreality, thin willowing veils,
Wraps willfully around me.
Is anything real anymore?
What is it that I see? I see
A blank wall with no beginning
Sheer white nothingness
Stands, obstructing, retarding.

God help me, ye breaker of strongholds.

Morning Daydreams

Sometimes, when the windows of my room becomes fogged up from the morning dew, and the water droplets, collecting weight, roll down ever so slowly, forming snaking water trails across the glass, I feel a chill run up my spine. The blur of the outside world shines through the dew, and it looks for all the world like I was awake in a dream. Is this world that I gaze at real?

Its the tiny details. Its the splash of colour on each single drop of water. Its the chill I feel emanating from the glass itself. Its the air in my room tastes a little musky from having the door closed all night. Its the sound of larks which I might have wished were nightingales.

I find myself just staring, my mind awander in the misty colours. I see myself walking through this field of blurry colours, exploring every nook and crany, finding many things, wondrous similitudes hidden beneath this fabric of seeming-reality. What else can I find?

Always, though, my morning daydream would be broken at the sound of the alarm clock, preset to screech at the appointed time. Darn.

At the Foot of the Cross

Trade these ashes in for beauty
And wear forgiveness like a crown
Come in to kiss the feet of mercy
I lay every burden down
At the foot of the Cross...

Such beautiful lyrics. Speaks to the heart of the wonderful place known as Calvary. It is at the Cross that we are cleased and made new, but it is also from there that we enter into a whole new life.

Let's live that life to the full, with remembrance of the sacrifice our Lord has made in order to make it all possible for us in the first place, but not to dwell here any longer. God has called us to bigger and greater things than this.

Amen

A Heart of Life

I hate to see you cry

Lying there in that position

There's things you need to hear

So turn off your tears

And listen

Pain throws your heart to the ground

Love turns the whole thing around

No it won't all go the way it should

But I know the heart of life is good

You know, it's nothing new

Bad news never had good timing

But, then your circle of friends

Will defend the silver lining

Pain throws your heart to the ground

Love turns the whole thing around

No it won't all go the way it should

But I know the heart of life is good

Pain throws your heart to the ground

Love turns the whole thing around

Fear is a friend who's misunderstood

But I know the heart of life is good

I know it's good

- John Mayer, 'The Heart of Life' from 'Continuum'