Thursday, 21 May 2015

Pieces. Ends. Fragments. Harmony?

"For in the day of trouble, 
he will keep me safe in his dwelling;
he will hide me in the shelter of his 
and set me high upon the rock."

Sometimes the pieces we thought made sense as children don't. They seem further away than ever, and the straining to clear the vision just hurts more than anything.

Things you once had are now such small fragments that your memory questions their existence. Even though you're sure their happening was sometime in the not-so-distant past. It must have been.

The joy. That joy. It was a dream. It existed but does no more, for what reason we know not. So we keep seeking, seeking him in his temple, for he has promised to rule and build it in harmony.

Oh, how well I know that it is there, that joy, that harmony. But I only have these weak eyes with which to strain to see it. At times the the smoke is thick and choking the breath out of life and we hurt not for ourselves, but for others, those close, and those far but not because of what is shared in our hearts; the same deep longing for the harmonic edifice. Breathe. He will cleanse and bind up the broken-hearted and set the captives free from their prison of darkness.

To continue to strain with our weak eyes? But to request eyes renewed which do not focus on momentary, fleeting joy but instead look past it and through the smoke to a greater harmony.

You don't stop loving someone; you must learn to live without. 

Monday, 18 May 2015

Music for Your Monday: Under African Skies

This is the story of how we begin to remember
The powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
and the roots of rhythm remain

Monday, 11 May 2015

Saturday, 9 May 2015


When listening to 'your' songs over and over
being in class doesn't seem so very bad
you can almost half convince yourself
it'll be okay.

You can propose a toast
for all the ones that hurt the most
A parade for those that must march on.
For they have no choice
but to continue
If the course were to discontinue
to run
would be fatal.

So we almost half convince ourselves
it'll be okay
as we hurt the
and march