Saturday, August 07, 2010

Fluid emotions swimming through a wild current of ideas

We all love to know. We love to know that the ones we love are just close by. We love to know what plans our loved ones are getting perky about. We love to know how things are going on for the people we care about. It is for this reason we love to communicate, whether with just a touch or by an exchange of words.

But there are moments in our lives when we are simply void of understanding. We are bereft of any information about the going-ons in the lives of the people we care for. And though we could think about the possibilities, our visions become myopic.

At these moments, a firm grip or a warm embrace may fill in for the gaps and bridge through the make up for the unknowing....but just then, during these moments, it's as if you can't get through to them...try as you might, it is like there rises walls that come dividing or pitfalls that keep you separated...

But for whatever reason or cause is the struggle, it's losing control of things that makes many of us weak until our senses fail down to the base and loose the ability to use common sense. 

Remember how you have to keep your hands open to contain dry sand? The world has never changed in the way it works: To love is still to lose control.

    *When You Can't Trace His Hand,
              When You Don't See His Plan,
       When You Don't Understand,    
                   Trust His Heart....*

It is in this same image that our relationship with God is forged in spirit and fire. Many times in our lives, we think God has forgotten about us and is not willing to help us get what we want the most.

We seek him but then he is just right with us...and even when we could not marvel at what his plans are, if we only put our trust in him, we can be sure that things will fall into their proper places.
Picture Credit: G. Longoria
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*From the lyrics of a Babbie Mason song, "Trust His Heart"

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........i'm just another writer still trapped within my truth........

i have forgotten about what it is to write...
to catch that in-between the silence and the heart’s beating…
and go about that divide which separates shadow from the ground…
Writing, my first love!
and so, i write. répondez s’il vous plaît.

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