"I walked out into the night and saw a sky that had been wiped clear of its tears, after such a long day. At the edge of the horizon slunk a few strands of ragged cloud, but ringing brightly the bell-stars held their place. Enduring Brilliance. All the storms had been far below them. Hadn't it seemed from against the ground that the smoking clouds had quenched their light? Yet they were untouched. They are promises never reached by decay."
Can you believe that? Isn't it hard to believe that purity exists? That there could be anything that hasn't been turned? That hasn't bent in even the tiniest way to evil and been lost to confusion and perversion?
If it's all been lost then there's nothing to go back to. There's no hope for healing.
But we sing... Holy.
There is One, and only One, who never gave in.
...Holy
There is One, who at all costs, stayed true.
...Holy
All the loss that has crushed and confused our hearts. All the weeping. The volcanic ache that pushes out from beneath your ribcage. The poison that pulses in this world till even beauty becomes banal. Nothing feels natural. Like death, it's all an intrusion.
But it's low clouds. The high holy stars are out of its reach.
...Holy
We've been lost for so long. Everything pure that we've forgotten, there is One who still remembers. The long years that slip through our skeletal grasp, there is One who hasn't grown weary, One whom decay cannot grip.
Let all Israel, those striving, struggling ones, say "his love endures forever."
"...there is One who hasn't grown weary..." this phrase particularly brings comfort, for 'weary' is what I would most often describe myself as being.
ReplyDeleteYeah, Chesterton said in "The Man who was Thursday" that what everyone wants more than anything is the rest or the peace of God. I feel overwhelmed often. And as Sara Groves says, "Overwrought". But our God has not been dullened by death. Chesterton says more about it... "We have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we are."
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