We find ourselves shaped and molded by piercing revelations steeped in everyday encounters. Such penetrating stirrings may arouse the galleries of ambrosial longing - or, they may pummel our hearts into a naked millpond where we lay frozen in bewilderment.
In either place, we must contemplate and mine the hidden treasures that bid our soul. We must not hasten either cry: neither trumpet nor lament; neither emote in regret nor languish in sorrow. Rather, understand each offering... embrace each interaction... as a compliment to the underpinnings of our destiny.It may be - as we gaze reflectively, metered through life's delicate rhythms - that there... deliciously entwined by a mysterious kaleidoscope of expression, that we unclothe the irresistible choreography and spellbinding intrigue of hope. ...there, where we abandon ourselves to the crescendos, dicrescendos, and the ambiguated complexities of intimacy.
Gawkishly, we may find ourselves unconstrained - except by the reverberations of love. Or, conversely, we may be swept into the wretched sadness of pain or despair. Nonetheless, and most assuredly, we must never view ourselves as impoverished, only sustained... in humility, remarkably anchored to the never-ending, uninterrupted pulses of generosity and kindness.
In this pause, as unfettered silence tethers us to grace; mysteries are unlocked... wonderment is unveiled. There... in stillness, we unbend (yet again), as the hushed notes of friendship and peace populate our soul.
"Every experience God gives us, every person He puts in our path, is the perfect preparation for a future only He can see." Corrie ten Boom Read about this Heroine of Faith
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It's like Shakespeare - it has so many poetic layers it will take a while to decipher and interpret.
Beautifully done.
Recently and nearly asphixiated in a relationship, I appreciate this writing. There can be hope, can't there? Thank you for reminding me.
Once again you have released expression from your soul touching moving others beyond the words... deep calling to deep with hope and grace that only comes from One. What a precious gift is friendship!
WOW! WOW! WOW! I wish I could say more, but WOW!
Some of us, less in tune perhaps, find it difficult to hear a gentle good bye... . Nonetheless, when the kind though painful voice, steeped in sadness, finally pierces the protective shell we have created to hang onto hope and can be received with the intended generosity meant to soften the inescapable agony of foreseen despair we can somehow embrace the unfathomable silence and know that even this experience, this person - even the hushed notes of the once joyful friendship give occasion for thanks and praise to our God and His mysterious ways of perfecting us in preparation... .
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Doolittle - your writings are complex yet somehow, they touch the core.
How did you take a picture of this mosaic?
The original image was a bouquet. I cropped a section of it. In Photoshop, I stretched the image, then applied some filters (changing the color, hue, saturation, light values, etc.)
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