And every common bush afire with God;
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries,
And daub their natural faces unaware. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning
What If All I Ever Did…
What if all I ever did was run?
Would not my existence be lost under certian circumstance and possibly become undone?
What if all I ever did was dance?
Would not my purpose in life be more like a fluid motion of romance?
What if all i ever did was sing?
Would not the my melodies make but a simple bird among the trees?
What if all I ever did was speak?
Would not my reality be that which was only about me?
What if all I ever did was listen?
Would not even the birds in the trees share their stories with me?
What if all I did was sleep?
I would be nothing, to no one, and that cannot be.
It May Seem Arbitrary.
An arbitrary attempt at writing something that should have been written long ago, in light of the many things already written about by pen and with hope. The sun never finds its end, because it seeks to sleep once again but rather in a race unknown it hopes not to hear the morning drone. Yet, sleep deprived beings unreal to the sleep surprised beatings of the suns arrival upon the end or what it may seem to some, the beginning of a cycle. The moon more desired always finds it’s rest upon our souls being inspired with the mellow drowning of daylight seeping through our fingertips last breath. In this reality, utter silence is the symphony that no one will dream laying in a garden of leaves left by autumns last bloom. A story told in seasons that no one hears among their own train of thought blind the deaf from theories that seem most important to the hearing of hope in a desolate place. And in the lose of many things that seem important, importance is misplaced where hope is best displayed. From flesh to bone, the heart only knows. From lips to teeth, an avenue simply for the mid to speak. From hand to hand, hope is shared with best intention. Any only we know what is important as we see the last hope.
Not Excusing Emotions.
Humanity is a beautiful reality, an experience that should be capitalized. The blood in our veins and the moist dew on our lips have created experiences through the centuries that have both made people so happy they can’t do anything other than cry, and so upset that often death is on the rise. As brutal as life can be, happiness is also part of humanity. To excuse emotion would be to excuse the ability for Humanity to feel apart of their home.
So one day there was this guy named Jesus, He was from a small passable community called Nazareth. Around the age of 30, Jesus had become a Jewish Rabbi. In the midst of His teachings, He spoke of this idea that humanity could be whole. He talked about a humanity that would exist again in perfect reality.
Well wait, does this mean that all of the things we experience now and even back to when Jesus talked of this that we were/are not whole already? Does this mean that reality isn’t a completed form?
Have you ever had a moment when life looks like heaven? In other words, have you ever had a moment where you said, “If this is what Heaven is like then I would be happy.” The reason why we can say this is because it is not. Reality now is not heaven or whole or completed. But then what was Jesus talking about?
Jesus was pointing us toward a Hope, Good News of true Humanity and a completed reality where emotions heighten and fall on an earth that is perfectly structured for more spectrums than we can currently comprehend now.
We are home now. But Jesus isn’t offering, rather He is showing us what Home will look like when all things are redeemed.
In other words, we won’t ever say again, “If this is what heaven is like…”
Rather, we will simply experience wholistic humanity in it’s perfect height.
One of those days.
Often, I feel like a child. Today is one of those days, and I love it.
Other days, I act like a child. Today will hopefully not be one of those day, and others will love it.
Then their seem to arrive days when I feel, and act like a child. On those days, only my parents will understand.
I hope for days when neither are true. These days will find favor with others, and explode with productivity.
I hope still on these days, that my feelings and actions find the child again…at least before I fall asleep.
At that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked, “Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” He called a little child and had him stand among them. And he said: “I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. “And whoever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me. -Matthew 18:1-5
II Narrow II
((If I make it to heaven, I’ll make it, bloody as hell.))
…I wouldn’t want it any other way.