point of view

like the moment during takeoff just before your ears pop the pressure of the quiet gets to me stillness is a song but silence is a tense hum waiting perhaps it's a struggle to catch up, to get ahead of the tick of the clock so that there's time to hear the music to pause, to observe the symphony between the lines to create the music that's already around there are riches in the drumming rain the pulsating surf the teeming streets riches waiting to be spoken but first, someone needs to pause and listen

will you stay up and listen to the rain with me? silver-gold streets, pulsing, purring drain-spouts and the here and there traffic sloshes gloriously we don't have to venture out but we could blinking in it all wet all through the edges of my worn-out comfy shoes or we could slide open the windows let it spatter in a little either way, let's revel in it's music smell the concoction of fall and fresh and midnight the world is humming content will you soak it in with me?

and soft she kisses black eyes blink sister toddles off oblivious to the call her name, but play is imperative a sigh soon, she'll fetch the wanderer but she lingers with the tiny bundle drawn back to those eyes serious, penetrating and they speak to one another silently. imagesource

today the sun shone a little spot of robin-red popped up from brown-green grass six-year-old voices repeated the meaning of the Easter symbols: "New life! new life!" We sang of assurance with a dying man I looked in your eyes I saw your soul shining bright though your bones were too visible and you talked of your body starving itself the doctors say there is no healing but you and Jenny have joy on your faces and peace is in the air as she looks love at you and talks of how little time you have left but there is content because you put your trust in a healing the doctors don't know about because it isn't here on this earth she will go through dark days but she will still rejoice in that healing it is promised her too. And for now I thank you for the gift of your love the glow of hope in your frail embrace I feel a strength I want and I marvel at the beauty of the two of you a little envious of your sweet communion but mostly, I thank you for the gift you gave - my spi...

Night with no moon will you sing me some praises tell me Who sees through the blindness of night speak soft the deafening words of His promise the Dayspring, the Sun, the giver of Light Night with no moon oh sing to me sweetly we need Gilead's balm for our bruised bloody souls open our ears Lord and teach us to listen Trust may remind frozen tears how to flow. Night with no moon I am here, I am listening here in the stillness I'm desperate for hope Tell me the story we both know so clearly I won't drop the lamp we need for this dark road Night with no moon please rebuke me and scold me I know day will come yet I gave up the fight Night with no moon, just once more sing it softly and lull me to sleep with my sword at my side.

I'm going to post a link to this too, it's on facebook but I want to archive it with my other writing. It's also something I like to be reminded of. Facebook Note - Inspired by the line "run over by God" - an allegory of sorts

blustery rainstorms sticky mud turned lush green overnight we have been reborn promise, promise, promise buds and shoots from death I remember new life is a miracle. the air is heavy with sunshine we are thirsty buds became blossoms blossoms wither the earth swells with fruitfulness I remember there is joy in the harvest. there's a chill in the air nipping my nose and lungs blood on the leaves as they fall in their wind-whipped dance I remember sometimes death is beautiful. in the stillness of the ice blindingly blanketed life is hidden earth stands still I remember we are waiting image from http://mariusp.deviantart.com/art/Four-Seasons-35993741

In the luminescence of the pale blue snow breath fogs my vision and crunchy footsteps break the stillness inhabited only by star-voices if you aren’t listening for their chorus you’ll miss it altogether