I’ve slept in church
that must be when I missed the answers. “When will Christ return?” I asked, waving my phone, “I have this handy calendar app.” "My child," he said, putting a fatherly hand on my shoulder. I wiped it off, like a spider web. I’ll never get to heaven, I lack the plasticine malleability of belief.
**plasticine malleability = Play-Doh like*
when he kissed
me goodbye I held on with tears in my eyes and usually i don't hold on to no one
Something is about
To happen that We are not aware of Our only chance Is to keep our Heads low and Act like we're Changed men Because we're Very close to The end We need to be Okay with mysteries And the stories They breed There will always be Far more questions Than there are Actual answers In this universe and We need to be Ok with that
the answers we seek
are within as the questions that form in our mind
To take the hero's journey, I left the ordinary world.
Now my heart is wildly pounding because the wolf is at my door. That tireless executioner craves the very blood therein my veins, but I set out to defeat it, so I guess I can’t complain. The wolf is known as “ignorance” - when he’s posing as a sheep. The most frightening aspect of the wolf is that he has a home - in me. I find myself both - the hunter and the hunted. I’m the question and the answer, the cure and the cancer, the music and the dancer, the magic and the necromancer.
in a room of unimaged beauty
with curtains woven from threads of unused dreams and carpets embroidered by imaginings of crumpled poetry songs of hope and fantasy are left unsung written on blank pages carefully laid on the piano whose keys are all black here is served perfect tea in exquisite porcelain cups each place set with polished silver giving no reflection the Things That Might Have Been are the only guests they appear in their seats translucent and shimmering gaining solidity staring at their perfect tea in its exquisite porcelain cup but they do not drink if two materialize at the same table they gaze at each other with pleading eyes needing with all their fragile existence an answer reasons may be exchanged but not one of them ever has an answer they dissolve hoping to return for an answer leaving behind their perfect tea in its exquisite porcelain cup
this new telescope unveiled glimpses of an early universe in spirals clusters and clouds of colour amidst an ever-changing luminescent haze stretched across the bespeckled vastness of black; a cosmic dance of light through time and space both answering and posing countless potentials even so it is difficult not to compare these images with what can be seen by looking through a child's kaleidoscope
I remember when I was a child.
My parents would tell me tales. Of men dealing with demons. In the crossroads right out of town. And I remember quietly. I had walked down that path too. Not for money, talent, or fame. I wanted to know what happiness was like. And I never knew if I got my wish. It always felt like things went south. From within the abandoned crosswalks. I could feel only sad eyes staring me down. I felt the whispers and warnings. Every foggy afternoon. When I'd wish for the man to supposedly appear. Just for a simple request. "I only want to be happy and loved." It seemed to echo into the neverending winter. But I waited anyway. I had barely any warmth to spare. But nothing came and so I left. And I felt the pity trail behind my back. As I walked down the path. That I decided to stroll down. And my life continued to go down hill. I am no longer so young. I have become accustomed to this world. To all its cruel games. I have been broken and shattered Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over....I have forgetten. I am tired. So I came back to the crossroads. No more warmth left in my body. I did not come with a wish this time. Only seeking a question. "Why did you not grant my wish?" And I waited again by the trails. For anybody to appear now. Anybody who could give me answers. "What did I do wrong?" The trees looked at me with misery. The clouds gave me it's soft tears. The mist hugged me as tightly as it could. And from within the forest. I could hear it's voice at last. "You did nothing wrong." I am shattering by the seams. "I gave you what you asked for." Then why am I so unhappy. "Because happiness never lasts." Am I always going to feel hopeless? "No." Then what am I meant to do? "Nothing." I don't understand. "Because happiness will never mean anything without the struggle." But I am shattered now, practically dust. "But a phoenix is also reborn from it's ashes." I no longer carry anymore warmth. "But a fire can always be rekindled." Is that all my life will be worth for? "Life is always a struggle, it is survival." But it is not what I asked for. "No one chooses to have it willingly." Am I meant to live on? "Certainly you are." Why? Why am I meant to be here. "Because you want to." What If I don't want to be here anymore. "You have meaning you always will." I don't understand. "Your struggle and success to survive is enough to show for it." And I could see the soot on my feet gather. That was when the howling stopped. I stood there still with no answers. As the sun began to rise. But I had a gut feeling I would not return to the crossroads again. -Rain
hello ✨ been a while
If I could speak to you I’d tell you how special you are I’d tell you that what makes you cool Is that I can see the love of Jesus shining If I could give you counsel I’d tell you how valuable you are I’d tell you how infinitely important it is To wait patiently on God’s will for your life If I could ask you a question I’d want an answer from your heart What is your pressing passion, I’d ask What drives you, what things do you love? If I could watch you I’d want to see you smile I’d want you to be safe and happy I’d want to watch you live your dreams If I weren’t so self-conscious I’d be confident and encouraging I’d want to be intentional and inviting I’d want to be the person I’m meant to be
Did you ever play in the rain as a kid? Now it reminds us of all sadness did. Did you ever stare out of a window pane, And let your joyless tears fall with the rain? Did it ever make you feel wet and miserable, And leave you asking questions unanswerable? Did you ever wonder how something with So much life could bring also death?