The wise counsel God gives when I’m awake
is confirmed by my sleeping heart.
Day and night I’ll stick with God;
I’ve got a good thing going and I’m not letting go.
Psalm 16:7
but first a poem,
We Do Not Breathe
No, No, NO!
Echoes along the corridor walls
twenty-eight pairs of ears tingle
hands rapt in attention
bodies frail yet rigid
eyes feigning bravery
And we do not breathe
Until the long idle hand,
sweeps across the line
and stands till,
for our moment where time
is only ours to live for
[Freewrite: 23 April 2008]
~o~
Sometimes, I want to write like crazy, but once I take out my Moleskine Cahier, I draw a blank. I believe that my words come from my heart and not from my mind, and they go out through my mouth. Silently, the verse falls on to the paper, written with invisible ink – then it materializes. But what happens is that on the way from my heart, I am stuck and my hand is immovable.
I’ve been thinking of the impersonal tone of my blog sometimes. And I’ve also been thinking of what matters to me most.
This Sunday, was awesome, you can feel His presence all over the sanctuary. I was in tears. First, because I was assured, then I felt the love which I had craved for cascade down to my broken heart, and lastly for the knowledge of the price I needed to pay to get from where I am to where I should be.
And I’ve been wrestling with these thoughts, do I dare? Do I have what it takes? But I never asked myself, is it worth it? Because I know that what He had gone through for me was the worst thing that any human being could ever go through, and there’s nothing that I am going to face or be subjected to will be equal or greater than the sacrifice that He has made for me.
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