I read a whole book on
the Art of Happiness
by the Dalai Lama
and I learn nothing new.
I read Psalms that have watered my soul
and the words turn to dust in my mouth
...for such a time as this...
He lit up the cathedral on the farm
with white snow-light,
a million crystals suspended
in the wind
reflecting Grace on a chipped paint tack room
And that one thing,
the morning light,
the horse napping
Sara Groves told me in a song
you do your work the best that you can
you put one foot in front of the other
life comes in waves and makes it's demands
you hold on as well as you’re able
you've been here for a long long time
but hope has a way of turning its face to you
just when you least expect it
you walk in a room
you look out a window
and something there leaves you breathless
you say to yourself
it's been a while since i felt this
but it feels like it might be hope
Where is your face, Father?
Where is your hope?
How do I open hands to receive redemption -
the kind that rescues us from the everyday
not just that moment in heaven
when I see my name in the Book of Life.
I need you now
I need truth to be drink and food
replace these tears
and place before me a fresh cup
2 comments:
oh friend. hope flickers doesn't it? there one moment, not the next, what keeps us going is the thought of its return. because we've seen it, we've felt it... even if it seems a distant place to us now. sitting with you dear one. always with you.
There is a verse, too lazy to look it up...where God tells us to "put on the garment of praise for the spirit of depression" .....I know, I know, I placed the verse before you on a crumpled ball of paper....a mess!
But! It works!
Find some great songs on You Tube, hymns of praise that you love and get on your knees and sing them to Him!
Songs that sing about HIS goodness etc....
Just a though...
Smooch!
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