Sometimes, I read words that have been crafted together by a master to form a poem or a paragraph, and I am overcome with hireath, and a sense of something deeper than I can explain (recently, the poetry of John Blase is doing that).
When gifted musicians perform, they become as one with the notes that flow from them. They close their eyes as they sing or coax music from an instrument, overcome with the power and beauty of the outflowing.
Artists of all kind—sculptors, painters, even master chefs and designers—pour something of themselves into what they create. Even I, when overwhelmed, can’t help but let some of it out to take form in the written word.
Last night, before bed, I read something that made me smile in wonder. I went to sleep thinking about it, and I am still pondering it this morning. It is a simple thought, and not a new one, yet it is one almost too wonderful to fathom.
What if we were created from the overflow of God’s love? What if we are God’s song?
I believe we are.
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There was a time, a number of years ago, when I was captivated by a song written and performed by David Phelps called Virtuoso. It speaks, in a small way, to what’s on my mind this morning. I thought I’d share it with you.
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And here, for your reading pleasure, is a poem from John Blase’s delicious The Jubilee collection called The Bravest Thing.
maybe the bravest thing
is opening your eyes in the
morning and placing your
two feet on the cold floor and
rising up against the gravity
of the night. maybe that’s the
brave thing from which all other
bravery flows, the brave to
seek ye first. maybe that’s the
single thing God requires of you,
the spiritual discipline that takes
all your will to muster. Swallow
down the fear, my child, and face
the dawning day for what the
surface of the world needs most
of all is bravery skipping and
you, yes you are the stone.