3/26/10
Sometimes life is like a movie and the projector is your eyes.
Life seems so still, so intangible; everything is so real that it becomes fake.
Flashing lights transcend to darkened nights,
my breath is fogged and descends with the coldness of the bittersweet night.
A light breeze goes over and past me, cooling me and yet it moves as if i do not exist.
We work around the world, not the other way around....
This place is not ours
this house is not my home.
The things i see, the things i touch, feel, and hold are not mine for i cannot keep them forever.
Clouds transcend, higher, in the sky,
my breathing slows and descends down to the blades of grass glistening with a gentle frost's bite.
Time fades and eternity will emerge;
the glow from the city lights and the bustle of busy streets in the distance will have to make due for comfort as of now, but just for now.
A more pleasant night awaits me somewhere far off in the distance of time and from then on the darkness will just get darker and the stars will just keep getting brighter.
Everlasting love and eternal life lie at the end of the tunnel under the bridge of life and above all states of mind.
Silent thoughts urge me to wait for the glory but all signs here tell of beauty and of an even greater beauty that rests somewhere beyond my eyes.
Patience is a virtue that i find in the Living Water in which i drink to quench my internal thirst.
Troubled souls take different forms in my life,
pulling at my heart strings and hopeful thoughts but i try not to dwell in the dark, insignificant happenings of a sinner's mind.
Now my thoughts descend to a peaceful pause,
my spirit lifts, alive here in the presence of God.
