We wait for what we do not want to arrive,
hide from Him who pursues,
flee that which would make us alive,
wondering why we do as we do.
It has been told be still my soul,
take no thought for your life,
Lily's neither toil yet they grow,
sparrows fly free from strife.
Can one unfold and just bloom?
Lift without the tethered wing?
Find light in the darkest gloom?
Walk on shards and sing?
Then when He whom we flee arrives,
pursued at last our lives to take,
in the moment we were alive,
must we die before we wake?
life is fleeting. we spend the time in wasteful efforts of running from that which would sustain us. Can we simply rest in contentment? Or must we always look for something beyond, and when at last we do come to this realization of rest, like the little prayer we said as children, If I should die before I wake....by that time, in this moment we call life, it is time to die and wake upon the other side.....
ReplyDelete...and the first line was written while waiting a call from an interview I had gone to, not really relishing working there, but knowing I needed to work, sighing the thought of not being able (or willing) to live by photography, arts, poetry.... The rest filler...,
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