Friday, December 09, 2005

So May the Sun, rise, Bring Hope Where it Once Was Forgotten

so i have chosen to write it out, in all its insufficiency and mumbling and declarations and suprises. Because I believe words can speak the worlds into my ordinary days and help them remember their necessity. Because in writing there is the hoping that thoughts are given more than syllables and sentences, but breath and circulation that would not otherwise be. Today, my thoughts are, in fact, ordinary, but ordinary to me only because I have held and turned them over a good many times before handing them to you...
it is heartbeats that shuffle against my chest as i lay on my stomach in the morning. it is the hearing of tape unsticking and watching boxes pile and shift as my roommate makes her way back to iowa. its rolling the christmas hymns around in my mouth until they feel weighted and human. its shoveling and slipping with fumbling southern feet into snow drifts and towards the mailbox, still the same dark blue with the creaking handle. its moving my big, green chair so i can sit and warm my feet on the radiator and watch the cathedral shed light off its stone steeple. its the feeling just before sleep comes, of shaking or weariness or laughing. its the singing of oh come thou long expected jesus with a certain anxiety, as though the ending might not be the same this december. but its the remembering that it will be the same, in all its quiet grace and loyalty and roughness. and its the realizing how, so very badly, i need it to be the same, especially this year.

suggested song: Upward Over the Mountain, Iron and Wine


At 8:12 AM, Blogger SilverGryphon said...

"...For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future..."
(Jerimiah 29:11)

the normal, extrodinary, mundaine, unique, repetative, encouraging, discouraging, details of day to day are the delicately and purposely chosen strings that weave together to makeup the tapestry of life. In Christ, you have dedicated your life to be crafted into an image of him for his glory. Each day when examined individually has its own unique beauty to itself, yet when coupled with the days prior to it, and viewed as a whole, each piece has been carefully planned and placed to display an awe inspiring mosaic of "her father's child."


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