Monday, October 26, 2009

I See Not...

The trees sway and the prairie grass bends to touch its roots, yet I see not what moves it.

The fallen leaves dance across the ground and the clouds wonder across the never ending sky, yet I see not what moves it.

The flower petals quiver with beauty and the curtains behind open windows flutter, yet I see not what moves it.

The waves ripple the shores and the sand swirls around the rocks, yet I see not what moves it.

The swing glides to an aimless rhythm and flag forms wrinkles upon its fabric, yet I see not what moves it.

Loose stands of hair slither across my face and my clothing shifts left and right, yet I see not what moves it.

Whispers fill the emptiness and nature brings forth its music, yet I see not what I hear.

Roaring harshly with anger and filling the gap between thunder, lightening, and rain, yet I see not what I hear.

Gentle, soft rustling ends the silence and the wind chimes make song, yet I see not what I hear.

Hope brushes my face and my faith returns, yet I see not what carries it.

Love washes over me and strength is given to me, yet I see not what carries it.

Peace comes in abundance and laugh boils in my throat, yet I see not what carries it.

My breath is stolen away and my heart leaps out of my chest, yet I see not what takes it.

My pride escapes my grasp and my grudges fade into nothingness, yet I see not what takes it.

I cannot see it, but I can feel it, I can hear it, I can taste it.

It provides me with faith in my Lord, with absolute certainty that He is watching, listening, holding.

It is a daily reminder that faith is not something to be seen, but rather something that makes itself present in every other way.

It is what I listen to for music and it is what I listen to when I need to hear His voice.

It is the wind. Blowing, blowing, fading, fading, but always and ever present. It is the wind.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

The Trickling Waters

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The water falls with random precision
Each droplet spills the results of a made decision.

Combining and flowing together to make up an irreversible whole
Each deed becomes a part of a person’s soul.

Soon forms a small puddle
Full of each person’s life all in a muddle.

But every choice and every effect
Makes each tiny puddle seem so abject.

It will never form a bigger picture
For each droplet is only worried about filling its own pitcher.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Now the water falls faster and freer
Each droplet surrounds the others and becomes steadily bigger.

These new droplets have a larger purpose
Attempting to go beyond the solutions that seem so obvious.

Forming a large lake, soon to be an ocean
All because they refuse to follow the median.

They follow a Lord that is everlasting
And their message and words keep on ringing.

Throughout time and space, always sounding
In the deep, dark corners they keep spinning.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The droplets now turn into a trickle
As steady streams of Christ-like love flows and their purpose becomes non-fickle.

This now steady stream of water
Forms the body of the ultimate Builder.

Each Christian, each Christ-like action
Is a droplet of water looking for a connection.

That connection is found within the Church
As each individual completes the never-ending arch.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The trickling water is more than droplets.

It is a whole of a person lost and without purpose.

It is a group of people joining together to sound a message.

It is, finally, the body of Christ made up of all the combined individuals.