At this time in my life more than any other, or in fact for the first time in my life, I feel alone. Like a desert island, no ships breaking on my shore. And yet I know I need this. A simple time to gather my thoughts, a pause in time to find my way. But in the silence sometimes all I can hear is my heartbeat. That heavy muscle banging on a steel drum. And so I turn the music louder, to drown it out, wishing away the the thoughts that chase me.
But when I dare, I stop and turn down the white noise, and hail to the Creator, I seek an audience with Him. I need more life breath to keep me here. Peace to transcend my weary thoughts.
And as I look, in that moment, I see a glimpse of His reflected beauty. My friends, artists - creators - beating out the hum and the drum, the heart beat of the life giver, spelling out His name. "Though you may be far, we are near. Though you may not see me now, you will see me in a while. Take heart, I am with you."
|Katherine Elizabeth Bridal|
As we are one, yet we are many. I dare not call you all here and now, lest I forget one in the calling. But where you are, there you are, I still need you. And so I'm thankful, thankful that in the silence, in your absence you're still here. I'm still there. In this busy life, where we've lost the meaning, there is still a reason.
It's still the same:
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.