He makes everything beautiful in His time,
But time has mostly been my enemy
And I the victim of its freak thievish ways.
Still vacant,
Still longing.
Hope deferred makes the heart grow sick.
And if by beauty you mean
This debilitating illness
Stretching over the days of my life,
Then I’ve got more beauty than most.
In fact, mine is a terrible beauty
Because it strains against rubble layers of
Eroded ground and piled leaves,
And reaches, breaking through
For sunlit blue and sparkling green-
Life in a time where it does not belong,
Hope when all hope is lost.
And if by time you mean
A thousand years as just one day,
Then this time is not my own.
It is His slow meandering
Through centuries and millennia
and my vapored life.
And I am mixed up in a
Strange crime of scandalous beauty
And unmeasured time-
Risking it all
Because even if beauty is terrible,
And even if time cannot be contained,
It is still my hope-
If by hope you mean
Life in a time where it does not belong,
Hope when all hope is lost.
**Photo taken by Bela Ispas at the Santa Monica pier.
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6 comments:
These words are beautifully written.
"Still vacant,
Still longing.
Hope deferred makes the heart grow sick."
Oh how I know these words!
smiles. lovely thoughts and nice word play...particularly the refrain...Life in a time where it does not belong,
Hope when all hope is lost.
beautifully written. i loved reading more about you. god understands your language, it is of your heart.
xo
....I had to read this twice to take it all in....wonderfully written....i love this April!
But time has mostly been my enemy
I can relate to that sentiment. And to Proverbs 13:12 (Think I've told that verse to God a time or two hundred? I even know the reference. ;) )
And I love your husband's picture. Sunset at the pier is just magnificent.
It is His slow meandering
Through centuries and millennia
and my vapored life.
april....
this is stunning.
you left me longing for him.
thank you.
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