Inspiration.

A part of me has felt a wee bit artistic the last couple of days. I know a man who writes this amazing poetry, and I felt inspired to write some words. I'm quite proud of this piece, actually. It's more than just my story, I think it's a universal story. I think it's a fairly straightforward message: we are broken and weak as individuals, but become whole again through the love and grace of our Savior. I always appreciate comments and feedback.

She knew.

But in knowing felt uncertain,

Sitting in the space where things are not seen.

And the substance of things hoped for

Insisted on showing up again and again.

So she prayed.

Lifting her voice to Love above her.

Reaching towards comfort, and

Pleading for a simplicity of things, and to

Rest in Comfort’s hand.

And then she dreamed.

In a place where peace dwelled.

Sweet melodies with celestial bodies

Intertwined. Majestically fulfilling and satiating

The deepest yearning for truth.

But then she fell.

Her delicate soul crumbled underneath

The weight of ignorance and controversy.

Her eyes blinded, touch numbed, the savory taste

Of fresh joy turning stale.

Then He reached.

Omnipotent strength, pulling her out of

Darkness that clouded her sight.

Rescuing her small spirit.

Comfort grabbed her hand.

And then He loved.

Omniscient adoration, healing painful wounds

And restoring her senses. His unwavering

Dedication gives her eyes to see her value.

Faith becomes palpable and real.

So they lived.

Communicating in spirit and song.

Thriving. Knowing. Praying. Dreaming.

Her emptiness just a willingness to listen.

In the space where all things are clean.

Regeneration.

I'm back.

I've decided that I have too many things to say that aren't being said, and that for some FREAKISH reason I like writing more than I used to, so I am giving this blogging thing another go (AGAIN). In the past my posts have been generally "woe is me" in nature, with a hint of humor thrown in for good measure. This time I'd like to take a different approach by giving my ideas about things that are really important to me: Art. Music. Life. Love. Conflict. It is a new perspective. A regeneration.

Don't need no tv, I don't need no phone. 
Don't need a speedy car to get me home. 
Don't need no nothing, all I need is time...
For the simple life.  -  Casey Abrams

For all of the good and bad, American Idol has produced some real artists. This last week I bought Casey Abram's debut album, and if you're a music lover you MUST give it a listen. Casey had a reputation for a youthful jazziness, a rustic and authentic honesty with soul. Man is this album good. Every song sounds like a single, and Casey has achieved what few artists are able to achieve with a debut album: He has stayed true to himself. It won't get the play that it deserves, but I fall in love with him over and over again every time I listen to those songs. He will be the type of musician that won't ever have a huge following, but those who DO follow, will be followers for life. Those are my favorites.

Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and life to everything. - Plato