"Hey, Ua! Look up in the sky and be poetic with your words!"
Predatory, vicious, swift, handsome fowl in the sky bring messages to the Lord in the heavens, in Asgard; on earth they join in the song of the worshipers. They are the appearance of the cherubim and seraphim that encircle the Lord's throne. These creatures singing along with all of creation for the sake of their God. The trees sing from the wind. The wind plays the trees and they sound like the whisper of an angelic harp. Heartbeats, the bass-line of the beautiful chorus. Each beat resounds and resonates creating a vibrating beat reminiscent of war drums. And finally the songs of the birds and of the worshipers weaves a harmonious tune that might dare to drown out the songs of the angels. Together the choir of creation plays a melody that shall last till the end of days.
My thoughts intermingle.
Something reveals itself.
Something lurks out of the darkness in my mind.
This thing is final. There isn't anything I can do but accept that this is truth. So terribly sad that I don't speak the words that come to my mind as I look to the beautiful clouds. Separation for life is something like death.
My thoughts intermingle.
My mind remembers that I only have now.
I return to present joyful thought.
Each cloud is so fantastically like a castle, like a castle in the land of Asgard, that it strikes me bewildered when they move and shift. They sail through the sky following one another through an unmarked highway. They roll by undaunted by the endless skies behind and before them. Hidden winds allow towers to billow up from the road followed by castles and ramparts. This is the kingdom of God indeed. This small part of the kingdom roams the world as testament to His glory. They are a wandering circus of the gospel, their mere presence shows undoubtedly the truth in the hope of keeping His magnificent glory out of the place in the minds of men wherein secrets are held.
My thoughts intermingle.
Something reveals itself.
Something lurks out of the darkness in my mind.
I've kept this thing hidden out of disgrace and shame because I know that it is my own doing. It is my fault that they and I have to suffer through separation. I clung to the last hope that there would be a miracle of some sort that would keep me from being forced to reveal the result of my distracted fault.
My thoughts intermingle.
My mind remembers that I only have now.
I return to present joyful thought.
These clouds move so quickly. They fly across the sky. Some block out the sun to give rest to the warm land below. But they hastily move forward revealing the warmth of the star made to be so perfectly close to our earth. The light from the sun is locked in a race with these swiftly moving clouds. Their fans cheer them on around the globe. Some cheer for the sun and its warmth and some cheer for the clouds and their shade. But the competition is short and in vain because all too soon the clouds have passed and the sun has set.
My thoughts intermingle.
Something reveals itself.
Something lurks out of the darkness in my mind.
I don't want to leave. This part of my life has been so short but it's affecting me so much. I've only been with them for a short time. I have known people for years and not become even a fraction as attached to these as I am. We haven't gone through life threatening situations and we all have other friends in this world.
So why does it pain me to even say that I have to leave? Because that would be like admitting defeat.
How have I grown so close to these people when I hardly ever utter a word? Because I listen to them, I listen to my heart, I listen to the outpouring of their heart and it has taken ahold of me.
How can they be so vital to me that I already can't imagine life without them all? Because I trust them not only with my thoughts and opinions but also with my very being.
Why does it break my heart to say goodbye? Because they are my best friends. I love them.
“I pretty much know for sure now.”
My thoughts intermingle.
Something reveals itself.
Something lurks out of the darkness in my mind.
This thing is final. There isn't anything I can do but accept that this is truth. So terribly sad that I don't speak the words that come to my mind as I look to the beautiful clouds. Separation for life is something like death.
My thoughts intermingle.
My mind remembers that I only have now.
I return to present joyful thought.
Each cloud is so fantastically like a castle, like a castle in the land of Asgard, that it strikes me bewildered when they move and shift. They sail through the sky following one another through an unmarked highway. They roll by undaunted by the endless skies behind and before them. Hidden winds allow towers to billow up from the road followed by castles and ramparts. This is the kingdom of God indeed. This small part of the kingdom roams the world as testament to His glory. They are a wandering circus of the gospel, their mere presence shows undoubtedly the truth in the hope of keeping His magnificent glory out of the place in the minds of men wherein secrets are held.
My thoughts intermingle.
Something reveals itself.
Something lurks out of the darkness in my mind.
I've kept this thing hidden out of disgrace and shame because I know that it is my own doing. It is my fault that they and I have to suffer through separation. I clung to the last hope that there would be a miracle of some sort that would keep me from being forced to reveal the result of my distracted fault.
My thoughts intermingle.
My mind remembers that I only have now.
I return to present joyful thought.
These clouds move so quickly. They fly across the sky. Some block out the sun to give rest to the warm land below. But they hastily move forward revealing the warmth of the star made to be so perfectly close to our earth. The light from the sun is locked in a race with these swiftly moving clouds. Their fans cheer them on around the globe. Some cheer for the sun and its warmth and some cheer for the clouds and their shade. But the competition is short and in vain because all too soon the clouds have passed and the sun has set.
My thoughts intermingle.
Something reveals itself.
Something lurks out of the darkness in my mind.
I don't want to leave. This part of my life has been so short but it's affecting me so much. I've only been with them for a short time. I have known people for years and not become even a fraction as attached to these as I am. We haven't gone through life threatening situations and we all have other friends in this world.
So why does it pain me to even say that I have to leave? Because that would be like admitting defeat.
How have I grown so close to these people when I hardly ever utter a word? Because I listen to them, I listen to my heart, I listen to the outpouring of their heart and it has taken ahold of me.
How can they be so vital to me that I already can't imagine life without them all? Because I trust them not only with my thoughts and opinions but also with my very being.
Why does it break my heart to say goodbye? Because they are my best friends. I love them.
“I pretty much know for sure now.”
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