Amazing phrase. God has been teaching me quite a bit since I last posted. The good thing is that I think I can put it into words now. Or at least attempt to. At the end of this post, I'm going to repost an older poem of mine. "Older". I wrote it last semester, but honestly didn't know how much it would actually mirror experiences currently going on in my life. The main thing God has been showing me is that life is beautiful, even if that means that the only thing that is beautiful is the Promise of Christ. And yes, I realize I'm repeating myself a bit. It's taken several weeks of God showing this to me through several friends/mentors over and over to finally sink in. Life is beautiful. I think that might be what Tolkien was illustrating with the Elves in LOTR. The idea that here is this race which are immortal. In effect, there are no innocent Elves. Yet, they are still joyful and can laugh truly. I didn't realize it at first till I re-read it, and I realized that that is how we, as Christians, should be. We are not innocent, but we need to be joyful in life. Carpe Diem. Yes, life has bad things in it. Life can completely suck at times. Yet, in the midst of all that, God still blesses us...if we allow Him the chance to, and to show us that life is beautiful.
What is amazing is that if we allow God to show us that, we enter into a period of Rest. That time of peace beyond understanding because it doesn't matter what is going on in the world and your life--God is good, and life is beautiful.
Look up. Love is in the stars.
"Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: You don't give up."
Claustrophobia
Her fingers slip as she falls back into
The casket.
Her eyes well with tears,
Feeling the darkness surrounding her.
She knows the mask is slipping down
Again.
"No," the girl whispers, struggling to get out
But failing.
The tears roll down her cheeks
Her hands pressing up against the lid
But could not stop it from closing.
The girl pressed wearily,
Her eyes filled with despair
As little by little, the light
Gets shut out.
"Help me," she begs, unsure to who
The cry was directed at.
Suddenly two hands grasped the lid,
And yanked it open,
The light streaming in
And blinding her eyes.
The girl looked up, her eyes widening
In surprise, wincing.
A hand reached down, waiting.
"Grab it," he ordered gently,
His eyes searching hers.
The girl began to look away
But her eyes snapped back to his
When he said, "Don't look away!"
She looked at him in surprise.
"Don't hide from me," he urged her,
Reaching down, his fingers brushing hers,
"I can't pull you out if you don't
Want to get out."
His eyes locked on hers, pleading with her.
The girl crouched there,
Struggling inside,
Wondering if it was safer to
Come out or stay safe within
The mask and casket.
"Don't hide. Let me in,"
He begged, his eyes full of pain
—pain for her—
"It's not worth it,
Living behind a mask,
Without Trust or Love."
His eyes filled with tears for her,
His face saddened,
"You can't live without
Love."
The girl closed her eyes,
Knowing he was right
She took a deep breath
And grasped his hand
In a vice-like grip.
Suddenly the girl was out of
The casket, collapsing into his arms.
She began sobbing,
The feeling of pain and weariness
Lifting off her shoulders.
The Man enveloped her in his arms,
His hand gently stroking her hair.
"You can't live without Love."
He whispered softly,
"It's a slow death, if you try.
Don't try.
Love is a beautiful
And marvelous Gift.
Do not let anyone take that away."
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