Put me back together. I fell apart.
You Creator, you understand the heart.
I am prone to wonder, I feel it every day.
All of these years trying to escape home, now all I want is to return.
Just a spark to change the heart.
Put me back together. Is there a way?
If I am who I say I am, won’t I be who I’ve always been?
Oh I ache, for the real that takes time, I wanna be something real within a world of fake.
Oh my cynical heart, begs for bread from the stones. Can I live on words alone?
Just a spark, please, will it change my heart?
Put me back together. Teach me words like hope and peace.
Can I know grace? Words to heal this heart of mine.
I want to find a way. Can I be the real thing?
Just a spark for my cold heart:
To breathe in hope and grace, to breathe out peace and justice and mercy.
Showing posts with label Inspiration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Inspiration. Show all posts
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Thursday, September 27, 2012
The Explorer's Heart
The path softly crunches beneath my feet. It’s gentle moan assuring me that it supports me. Each step though, a risk, the unevenness threatening to do me damage, but I like it. It is a game to be played, not but a challenge to overcome.
The sun’s piercing rays lick at my skin, beaming down with the promise of life and punishment. The carefree clouds float lazily across the vast spans of the African sky. Twisting, forming and reforming their delicate shapes, as they move the spirit with the beauty of their dance. Leaving the heart to groan with the longing for the promise of freedom their movements represent.
The sweetest of smells assaults my nose and clouds my brain with its overwhelming allure. The seas of grass shake their long appendages at me, trying to point me in the opposite direction. The wind that blows them whips across my face. Each soft touch of grace whispers with encouragement.
Moving through the underbrush, I let the strange alien succulent’s needles to scratch at my flesh. It is a masochistic enjoyment, as my cells part to give way to bushes sharp protectants. It is a reminder that I am alive, a form of penance.
A brilliant, black and white bird’s song carries me to the peak, giving musical theme to my journey. I crest the rise of the earth and the air escapes my lungs. The awe before my countenance is wide and vast, beckoning with the promise of adventure.
Wildebeest graze far below, dotted beneath the canopied arms of the acacia, moving slowly towards the lusty interior that spans between the legs of the foothills. Completely unaware and unthreated by the humbled presence above them.
The sun’s piercing rays lick at my skin, beaming down with the promise of life and punishment. The carefree clouds float lazily across the vast spans of the African sky. Twisting, forming and reforming their delicate shapes, as they move the spirit with the beauty of their dance. Leaving the heart to groan with the longing for the promise of freedom their movements represent.
The sweetest of smells assaults my nose and clouds my brain with its overwhelming allure. The seas of grass shake their long appendages at me, trying to point me in the opposite direction. The wind that blows them whips across my face. Each soft touch of grace whispers with encouragement.
Moving through the underbrush, I let the strange alien succulent’s needles to scratch at my flesh. It is a masochistic enjoyment, as my cells part to give way to bushes sharp protectants. It is a reminder that I am alive, a form of penance.
A brilliant, black and white bird’s song carries me to the peak, giving musical theme to my journey. I crest the rise of the earth and the air escapes my lungs. The awe before my countenance is wide and vast, beckoning with the promise of adventure.
Wildebeest graze far below, dotted beneath the canopied arms of the acacia, moving slowly towards the lusty interior that spans between the legs of the foothills. Completely unaware and unthreated by the humbled presence above them.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Stars
I wish I could describe the stars at several thousand feet.
The unpolluted, all-consuming wonder they bring.
Millions of pin-pricks twinkling with hope, pierce the inky blackness surrounding me.
The crisp, thin air that already labours my breathing, cannot compare to the manner with which they take my breath away.
The arm of the galaxy lazily floats transverse, a trail blazed by millions of years, a glimmering haze in the darkness.
Constellations I am not used to, dance their balled across the sky.
The ones un-named to me, them the western world has no myths for.
The howling and chirping of unfamiliar animals sing their melody but they cannot capture the symphony echoing from my heart.
Praise that would not be coherent in words, You, the stillness I rest in.
I wish I could describe the stars at several thousand feet.
The unpolluted, all-consuming wonder they bring.
Millions of pin-pricks twinkling with hope, pierce the inky blackness surrounding me.
The crisp, thin air that already labours my breathing, cannot compare to the manner with which they take my breath away.
The arm of the galaxy lazily floats transverse, a trail blazed by millions of years, a glimmering haze in the darkness.
Constellations I am not used to, dance their balled across the sky.
The ones un-named to me, them the western world has no myths for.
The howling and chirping of unfamiliar animals sing their melody but they cannot capture the symphony echoing from my heart.
Praise that would not be coherent in words, You, the stillness I rest in.
I wish I could describe the stars at several thousand feet.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
What Love Sometimes is; A Desire for Deepening Relationships -- Pt. 1
There are many times in my life where a relationship felt incomplete, where I would be left with the question, “Does this person have love for me?” The answer is; of course they do, but perhaps it just deep love being unreturned, the simple fact that my love for them might be greater than their love for me.
This brought me to wonder if this case is true for me. What causes me to have shallow love for others? A few realizations came to mind:
1. Often times love expressed is simply to fill an appetite. We are selfish creatures, only basically concerned with meeting our own needs; hanging out with someone to fulfill a need for entertainment, or doing a favour for someone, knowing they will return it someday. What if I was more concerned with meeting other’s needs? What would my relationships look like then?
2. Sometimes love has to be generated by an atmosphere. In a romantic sense; a rose, candle light, or sweet music. Friendship wise; some sports, good food and drink, or a great movie. Yet as I have hear it said, “Real love loves at all times, at the butt-crack of dawn or at gentle twilight, and whether the odor is Chanel No.5 or ‘Perspiration No. 6.’”
3. Most love becomes disinteresting once acquired. I hate this one the most but I know I’ve done it. Often it is the being or having of the relationship that people desire more than the object of the relationship. The worst is when it this happens in relationships with other people, especially if it comes down to bragging rights. Gaining the relationship is just the commencement; real character is never satisfied at this depth.
4. Often love never knows the degree or availability of depth. What do I mean? It should never be simply “in love or out of love” or love or no love. As one begins to learn how to love a whole world of possibilities and growth opens:
“When someone loves you, the way they way your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.”
This brought me to wonder if this case is true for me. What causes me to have shallow love for others? A few realizations came to mind:
1. Often times love expressed is simply to fill an appetite. We are selfish creatures, only basically concerned with meeting our own needs; hanging out with someone to fulfill a need for entertainment, or doing a favour for someone, knowing they will return it someday. What if I was more concerned with meeting other’s needs? What would my relationships look like then?
2. Sometimes love has to be generated by an atmosphere. In a romantic sense; a rose, candle light, or sweet music. Friendship wise; some sports, good food and drink, or a great movie. Yet as I have hear it said, “Real love loves at all times, at the butt-crack of dawn or at gentle twilight, and whether the odor is Chanel No.5 or ‘Perspiration No. 6.’”
3. Most love becomes disinteresting once acquired. I hate this one the most but I know I’ve done it. Often it is the being or having of the relationship that people desire more than the object of the relationship. The worst is when it this happens in relationships with other people, especially if it comes down to bragging rights. Gaining the relationship is just the commencement; real character is never satisfied at this depth.
4. Often love never knows the degree or availability of depth. What do I mean? It should never be simply “in love or out of love” or love or no love. As one begins to learn how to love a whole world of possibilities and growth opens:
“When someone loves you, the way they way your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.”
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
My Psalm (27 June-Peru)
I have found that at times a source of good reflection and time with God comes in personalising/re-writing Psalms.
What follows is an example of this, specifically one while reflecting during my time in Peru.
You know my temptations and my struggles.
You know the words that scratch my soul like freshly sharpened knives.
You know the desires of my heart and the burdens to tough to carry on my own.
You know the words I long to say and halt the curses that seek their exit my mouth.
And you are with me always!
There to comfort me when I stumble, and to set me straight when I wander astray.
You have search my mind and know the lies that plague it.
You place light among them to show them for what they are.
Let me see that the monsters that haunt me are not but creatures to be squashed beneath my feet!
Inspiration: Psalm 139
What follows is an example of this, specifically one while reflecting during my time in Peru.
You know my temptations and my struggles.
You know the words that scratch my soul like freshly sharpened knives.
You know the desires of my heart and the burdens to tough to carry on my own.
You know the words I long to say and halt the curses that seek their exit my mouth.
And you are with me always!
There to comfort me when I stumble, and to set me straight when I wander astray.
You have search my mind and know the lies that plague it.
You place light among them to show them for what they are.
Let me see that the monsters that haunt me are not but creatures to be squashed beneath my feet!
Inspiration: Psalm 139
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