promises June 22, 2007
Posted by david in Creative Non-Fiction, Poetry.1 comment so far
it starts out as a ping in a silent place
a ripple going out
passing through the white walls into the sunlight
traveling an even meter above the ground at a determined speed
it runs for miles
and miles
and miles.
but it fades,
out of sight, out of memory,
and even out of imagination,
and without imagination for what will you hope?
that is a dark place indeed.
till one day your eyes rise to meet the horizon,
you decide to let the rays of the sun find your insides
and you see the clouds,
imense white figures
traveling at a determined speed
like a fleet of ships, or a legion of horsmen
coming to put you back to together.
and you remember that it was all promised from the start.
[well i had a good vacation, spent some time with my friends, some time in the sun, and some time getting shamed on the golf course. but over all my favorite part was running in josh's front yard (its a big one), i felt like a kid again. and we played this weird game with these flouresent pink raquetts and i was sweating and happy. really happy. the happiest i have been in a long time. just in case any of you guys were wondering God is really amazing i feel like i am his 8 year old child that had had a bad day at school and he just picked me up, and wrestled/hugged me and made everything feel better. it was a really good feeling. anyways sorry i havn't posted in a while i'll try to keep up more frequently, but here is the truth i've got an album on the way that will be way better quality than the single giving me no excuse to suck.]
behold the man June 1, 2007
Posted by david in Musings.4 comments
John 18:33-38 (English Standard Version)
33So Pilate entered his headquarters again and called Jesus and said to him, “Are you the King of the Jews?” 34Jesus answered, “Do you say this of your own accord, or did others say it to you about me?” 35Pilate answered, “Am I a Jew? Your own nation and the chief priests have delivered you over to me. What have you done?” 36Jesus answered, “My kingdom is not of this world. If my kingdom were of this world, my servants would have been fighting, that I might not be delivered over to the Jews. But my kingdom is not from the world.” 37Then Pilate said to him, “So you are a king?” Jesus answered, “You say that I am a king. For this purpose I was born and for this purpose I have come into the world–to bear witness to the truth. Everyone who is of the truth listens to my voice.” 38Pilate said to him, “What is truth?”
[so this is something in response to www.lazyzero18.wordpress.com, where i commented a little bit vaguely becuase i wanted people to think. but this is a question that really permeates itself through our society, 'what is truth?' and i think the answer we give as a post modern generation is 'i don't care.' and thus it makes a much more fascinating and complicated perception of moral code, as well as spiritual existence. (well, now its obvious what i believe since i used the word perception) i think there is truth, and i don't think that it is the sum of a massive incomprehensible equation of every persons undefined parts interacting in the space of the universe. some idea that its a beautiful hurricane of knowns and unknowns that collide and react ultimately bringing fate or karma. truth is the beginning, it was there the very first day the sun cast rays upon our new earth. and it was there before the relentless march of linear time began. it is here now regardless what our generation says about it, and will be. do i think i can grasp it all? no. but its like i hunger inside of me to get more of it. to live more in line with what is going on, than just what i think is going on. i read a poem in grade 11 that discussed this idea, they said 'some say truth is a traveler, and some say truth is a tower', but i say truth is the source, from which comes color, fragrance, the beat of every human heart, beauty and love. and its something to hang on too when this life kicks you around. some would say a crutch, i would say a well dug in the dessert.]
