So, I know that when I wax a little more poetic on the blog it tends to induce the awkward, cricket response. And that’s Okay. If it’s not your thing, don’t fake it. But I do like me some words. Below is a video that a friend showed me this week along with some words I wrote. Regarding the video, you may have to weather the presentation to absorb the content (I like them both). Regarding the words I wrote below, they can only be understood if you hear the guy in the video saying them. You can do it in your head, but wouldn’t it be more fun for all of us if you did so out loud. Enjoy (or don’t).
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tzj6YHxr2xg&feature=player_embedded[/youtube]
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anyplace.
I missed him more today. A wretched ache unlike the dull pulsing I’ve grown accustomed.
Some fleeting glimpse of pictures past must have surely dusted
off the ashes and exposed the very core I’ve worked to hide.
If anyone ‘ve asked I’m sure I told them I was fine.
There’s no clear path back to the place I started slipping.
I only know I tried to tether by smelling the ones I was still tickling .
Aren’t we all just trying to cope with one thing or another.
Filling space with grace and looking anyplace to take some cover.
I know I am and if you aren’t then please don’t come my way.
I despise the lies of one not trying to make it through the day.
But maybe I’m just jealous of the ones that did receive
the very thing I longed for and like to think I would cherished.
Some soar on winds of life and love; the same gales on which I perished.
Truth is, I cannot distinguish the nuance of a day
that seems to step me closer from the ones that step away.
But on my best days I hold tight and clench my fist
I address my foe named death and kindly tell him where to kiss.
Grip white-knuckled, holding tight the deck of faith as waters rise,
Hoping just before my lungs give way, I’ll look into His eyes.
Aren’t we all just trying to cope with one thing or another.
Filling space with grace and looking anyplace to take some cover.
5,353 Comments
So, I know that when I wax a little more poetic on the blog it tends to induce the awkward, cricket response. And that’s Okay. If it’s not your thing, don’t fake it. But I do like me some words. Below is a video that a friend showed me this week along with some words I wrote. Regarding the video, you may have to weather the presentation to absorb the content (I like them both). Regarding the words I wrote below, they can only be understood if you hear the guy in the video saying them. You can do it in your head, but wouldn’t it be more fun for all of us if you did so out loud. Enjoy (or don’t).
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tzj6YHxr2xg&feature=player_embedded[/youtube]
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
anyplace.
I missed him more today. A wretched ache unlike the dull pulsing I’ve grown accustomed.
Some fleeting glimpse of pictures past must have surely dusted
off the ashes and exposed the very core I’ve worked to hide.
If anyone ‘ve asked I’m sure I told them I was fine.
There’s no clear path back to the place I started slipping.
I only know I tried to tether by smelling the ones I was still tickling .
Aren’t we all just trying to cope with one thing or another.
Filling space with grace and looking anyplace to take some cover.
I know I am and if you aren’t then please don’t come my way.
I despise the lies of one not trying to make it through the day.
But maybe I’m just jealous of the ones that did receive
the very thing I longed for and like to think I would cherished.
Some soar on winds of life and love; the same gales on which I perished.
Truth is, I cannot distinguish the nuance of a day
that seems to step me closer from the ones that step away.
But on my best days I hold tight and clench my fist
I address my foe named death and kindly tell him where to kiss.
Grip white-knuckled, holding tight the deck of faith as waters rise,
Hoping just before my lungs give way, I’ll look into His eyes.
Aren’t we all just trying to cope with one thing or another.
Filling space with grace and looking anyplace to take some cover.
5,353 Comments
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on April 30, 2011 at 3:23 pm
I like the words
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on May 2, 2011 at 4:21 pm
For me personally, sometimes the “cricket” response isn’t because I don’t have anything to say, I just don’t know how to say it. For those of us that haven’t walked your road, I feel that my words might seem trivial or naive. I fight the guilt of saying to myself, “Thank God I haven’t bore that hurt”, while realizing simultanously that you two have. Feeling horrible and small and weak, knowing that there are those hurting and living with holes in their hearts and an ache that won’t be completely filled until heavenly reunification, and the first thing that pops into my selfish head is a thought that is completely self centered.
Your words do create feelings and emotions and realizations in those that read them. While I know that I don’t always respond back in a deposit of words, a deposit has been made on my heart.
I like the words
For me personally, sometimes the “cricket” response isn’t because I don’t have anything to say, I just don’t know how to say it. For those of us that haven’t walked your road, I feel that my words might seem trivial or naive. I fight the guilt of saying to myself, “Thank God I haven’t bore that hurt”, while realizing simultanously that you two have. Feeling horrible and small and weak, knowing that there are those hurting and living with holes in their hearts and an ache that won’t be completely filled until heavenly reunification, and the first thing that pops into my selfish head is a thought that is completely self centered.
Your words do create feelings and emotions and realizations in those that read them. While I know that I don’t always respond back in a deposit of words, a deposit has been made on my heart.