I seem to have created a habit of writing when the world around is in turmoil. These past couple of days have been riddled with anxiety, expectation, insecurity, frustration…and fear.
Fear is very real.
But love is much greater.
two years…
How does one go from an hour to a 24 month jump?
What sort of things happen in 104 weeks?
What events took place in the span of 730.5 days?
How many words spoken within 17520 hours?
What of the silence?
Every single aspect of your life is changing
The world is moving around you
The ground is shifting
You hesitate to close your eyes
This is a rather unfamiliar yet familiar place
It’s time to move on…
an hour…
A lot can happen in an hour.
You can watch a classic Disney movie.
You can drive to the beach.
You can listen to two symphonies.
You can go to the gym.
You can go to church.
An infinite amount of things can happen in an hour.
But some shouldn’t.
Nineteen people shouldn’t lose their lives in an hour.
An hour.
What are we going to do now?
A lot can be done in an hour.
the growing room
I had a dream
I was inside a room with a piano in one of the corners
It called, I sat down and begin to play
As time passed on, different people passed by
They asked if they could play along
As each one entered, the room grew in size
Everyone bringing their own unique styles, rhythms, timbre
Playing together, building upon what was already there
Time went on and on, unforgiving as always
Little by little the people began to leave
Harmonies ceased, rhythms stopped
Some said their good-byes while others simply exited through the same door they came in
The room emptied out leaving nothing but a distant ring of what used to be
I continued playing until it no longer made sense
And the door began to close
A face I’ve never seen peeked though and said:
Mind if I play with you?
And the room grew in size
gaps
beautiful opportunities
challenging narratives
often need no explanation
…but we do we try to?
can measure how far
…or how near
how wide
and how close
my lover, my bride
my lover, my bride
the jewels which adorn you
no one could ever buy
the fragrance of your virtue
permeates my soul
your love is the sun
which brightens my day
your embrace is the moon
which soothes me into rest
come, my love
for now and evermore
let us venture into the world
sleep at some wayside inn,
be lulled by ocean’s waves
let’s look for wildflowers in bloom,
california poppies in orange hues
eat, drink, play records all day,
then rise early and listen to the birds sing
and minute by minute
hour by hour,
i’ll give myself to you
to this and many more
happiest of birthdays
my lover, my bride
the silence
It’s been quite some time since I’ve enjoyed your company. Not because of a fall out, but because I haven’t been here.
The quiet whirring of the fan as it circulates stale air around me. The singing of crickets and birds flapping their wings. The sound of the window blinds tapping against each other as the cool breeze enters through the window. The orchestra of sounds from a nearby avenue – distant honking of horns, cars speeding by, a muffler with a hole, the indistinguishable banter of passers-by. The clanking of bottles.
The peace this brings. It’s comfort, a welcomed guest.
I’m aware.
I’m still here.
the world today
The world today is very different than the last time I posted anything.
The world today is filled with anxiety, uncertainty and fear.
The world today is also filled with confidence, defiance and selfishness.
The world is challenging us to see things differently; some are choosing to while others remain in their ideology of yore.
The world today is different. Very much different. But it’ it’s still the world. My world.
Our world.
afraid in my own skin
brown is not a color
brown is history
brown is heritage
brown rises
brown overcomes
why am i afraid?
i said to the lord
I said to the Lord, speak to me.
And the Lord said, pray.
But Lord, I’ve been praying.
Pray.
When I couldn’t walk I prayed for healing – but healing didn’t come.
I said to the Lord, I can’t serve like this, heal me!
And the Lord said, pray.
When I couldn’t play my instruments I prayed for healing – but healing didn’t come.
I cried out to the Lord, I can’t praise, I can’t worship, I can’t lead!
And the Lord said, pray.
When I couldn’t get out of bed, when I couldn’t move, I cursed the Lord – and healing didn’t come.
But the Lord said, pray. Pray for the wounded, for the brokenhearted, for the poor in spirit, for the weak. Pray for the overwhelmed, for those suffocating, for those that are drowning, for those in the dark. Pray for the quiet ones, the loud ones, for the old and the young. Pray for the ones who’s light has gone out, for the lost.
Pray.
And then the Lord said, rest.