Writing feels so good. Been ages since I’ve written a poem, a song, anything AD CAUSA. I feel both renewed and infantile -regaining some things, exploring uncharted territory . Letting go of some things that I’ve gripped so tightly, for so long, my metaphorical fingers have been crushed, bones decimated.
Learning to grab hold to new things with new hands. Allowing my third eye to truly see, as it should, sans fear of what it sees.
Guillaume Apollonaire wrote, “Come to the edge, he said. They said: We are afraid. Come to the edge, he said. They came. He pushed them and they flew.”
Indeed they did – so shall I.
I would be remiss if I retired this evening without thanking my Lord, my Savior, my Redeemer, my Mighty Fortress; Jesus, The Christ. I am so very blessed. God grants me favor, and consistently DEMONSTRATES HIS unconditional love; even when I’m compellingly, overtly unworthy. He is the Great Orchestrator, and I am humbled to be one of the many instruments He uses to create the music that is the human experience.
We are each our own instruments, and our parts have been composed, created, and imagined, just for us. We play with different styles, as we’ve been taught/learned in different ways. However, there can be no complete song, no masterpiece, no melodies, no harmonies, no triumphant finale…… if we don’t realize were even playing the same song-the song of pure love, one, for another.