They can shout us down, with their voices pounding within..
chanting-
"doest exist. doesnt exist. doesnt exist. a lie. a conspiracy."
we have but,known that shimmering,silent shadow of God in us,
that spirit which none of them can shout away..
only we can ignore Him out. i dread that possibility.
To deny the miracles He did is ok maybe,
but to deny His love for us is what can kill.
If you believe that Love never existed, will that Love really go away.
Or will the Love stand like a torn Lover,under the balcony,looking for the pipe to climb,one ledge,a foothold,a toe-hold just to pull Himself up to the window of His love.
The question is, will He crash and bang through the window,or will He just stand, looking into your eyes?
To make the prophecies of the Holy Bible look foolish, to assume or believe that
these prophecies of old were vague and not applicable to Jesus,
is maybe fine with us.
Maybe 'faith like a child' will remain a horizon for us,
maybe faith will never really ignite until that final Ignition of us.
What irks, is our ignoring of those times of comfort and joy,
Our walking away from the Person we talked to,without seeing..without feeling,
Yet,feeling so intense,no imagination could produce it.
No body else but the person Held by Him, shall know what it is to kneel.
And it's terrible to hear our mouths utter- well.. i kneeled, but a fool.
We can walk away from all the evidence,blind-fold us all
that demands a verdict from us,
but it kills our insides when i walk away from the Master who built the evidence,just for us to see.
2 comments:
The pain of the faithless lover is apparent and that is a source of joy to the anxious figure under the balcony. The feelings of guilt however brews not from love but from a reminder of our slimy ways, not to love but to turn ones back away from this sweet and precious liquid.
Beware lest the emotions that you face play tricks with your mind, and drag you away further into the night instead of filling you with the energy to be different!
That was.. well, that leaves me speechless, Plucked..
ahh yes, the guilt..
though it is from a slimy origin, the guilt is indeed real.
There is no escaping it. There's only dealing with it.
And that,right before the Lover under the balcony :)
Thanks Plucked..
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