The water is clearer than the air, and the air is the air that angels breathe.
-Mark Twain
“…at last the lake burst upon us—a noble sheet of blue water lifted six thousand three hundred feet above the level of the sea, and walled in by a rim of snow-clad mountain peaks that towered aloft full three thousand feet higher still… I thought it must surely be the fairest picture the whole earth affords.”
-A distant relative of mine—Mark Twain
Should I stand perchance and gaze upon your shore while your waves they dance —abrupt and still where my thoughts shall spill forevermore.
I look so deep within your emerald depth for as much as what I seek is likened to your clarity.
And so it is beneath a mirror —tinted zephyr here I stood dreaming awake fifteen years to the day.
For my gladness you have given and my wishes true as your hue blue. Though in your reflection of me I will always see a storm-savaged sea amongst these waves of tranquility.
Floated by your youth upon a buoyant breeze with your water and your sand you took me by the hand. And so I swam through the depths of you so deep and blue so tried and true.
Love shoves me around this sanctuary of life; it recoils from within like a celestial gong as it reverberates within your soul.
Love brings us around. Love guides us drifted throughout the day. Love, love, love, it lifts us up when feeling down. Love walks with two steps upon the ground and four steps in, it sails with the wind. It is love. It is solace. But I do not care if it is solace. I am no longer attached to solace. I love God and that is why love will always carry me around wherever I choose to go. I do not pay much attention to anything anymore if it is lacking in the realm of His love. I haven’t the time for anything else but love.
And when the time clock of toil rings within my ears, it is like pulling teeth trying to make myself shift with the grind of life all because of love, this secret love, hidden love, opaque love, down in the depths of me and all around me, where I won’t talk about, where I don’t care to talk about. And anyways, I don’t have the time let alone the energy to consider such trivial matters.
I only have time for the divinity of eternity, which is just another way of saying love, love, and more love. Maybe a bit more common sense would snap me out of this, but love has always been seen as spotless through the mirror of clarity, and this I’ll always tell you. I am not attached to it (one would hope) but it is love and it pierces with tenderness through the core of my being, where it is stamped soft upon the bottom of my heart.
Love shoves me around this sanctuary of life; it recoils from within like a celestial gong as it reverberates within your soul. And I must be honest—love is the only thing that gives this heart of mine the gift that continues to tick.
Love radiates the way everything looks today. The way it was up early this morning painting the dawn with shades of a bluebird. These mountain peaks, they speak lovely in the silence of snowfall. And through this patch of fog, or is it a cloud, or may it be smoke if You will, but it is love, and right now it is all I choose to see for You are here with me.
The boy, my child, he bounces brisk through the crackling snow, each of his footsteps symbolic for the fire sizzling within the comforts of the beast. His thousandth question within the hour stumps me with a selfless attention and just like that the beast is gone. He’s off seeking the answer somewhere buried in the depth of a childhood memory. The boy he brings a balance to the beast, he keeps him bustling wild and on his toes. I hear him sing a song under his breath, though hidden by the ruffling leaves, I begin to see, to hear, to sense the man he will grow to be within the love of You that now blooms in me.
This is the way things have come to be after prayer, and speaking of You while having a picnic with my child. Everything seems so mysterious yet simplified in Your Presence. Your Son, Christ died for Love, not just in the collective sense, but within all senses, and even our very own sins, and this is the way that I shall write this, too. For once I feel whole because I am full with You. You are the Love in everything I see as my own child has now taught me.
This is how “love” works, as I so often stood stoned by the choir of my thoughts, the less I worried about creating, the more possessed I became of Love. There is a valuable lesson to be taught in the wealth of being poor in love.
Oh love, why can’t you leave me alone? This is but a question built rhetorical in meaning: so please for the sake of Heaven don’t leave me alone.
At all times we must cooperate with love in His house, and His love sets a fast pace even in the first mile of the marathon, and if you don’t keep up, you may stumble and fall far behind. And yet any speed is too slow for love—and no speed is too fast for you if only you would allow His love to lift you off your feet—after that you have to sail the “whole” way. But it is only in our dual nature that we choose to come down from cloud nine and just walk instead, such is patience one would guess.
Allow me to be poor in the Light of You. I’ve had a tough stretch of doubt, my thoughts twisting and turning, too much, as usual—such is the mind of a creative—always producing problems out of reality’s thinnest of air. This business sometimes burns me, and so I seek some proof.
Be exalted in your strength in the Lord; we will sing and praise your might.
Psalm 21 : 13
I am all dried up of desire and can only think of one thing—I shall stay put by this fire of You that burns so deep inside me.
These demons, my faults, my desire have all run dry, and yes my soul has softened like a wax the closer I am drawn to the candle of You. We have come a long way turning the beast into creative energy, these shadows into support, my fear into fuel, my failures into kindling, my weakness into strength. Let us not waste these agonies of life. Let us use this pain to recycle all hearts with the Spirit of Love.
Recognize what is in your sight, and that which is hidden from you will become plain to you. For there is nothing hidden which will not become manifest.
