Tag Archive: Words


What if they mean nothing outside of me?
Caught in the mental gauze like webs surrounding my mind
unable to escape, they struggle getting trapped ever more
with each flailing, desperate, panicked movement

What if after the amazing conception they never grow?
And the joyous expectation that bubbles up, effervescent
is closed off and capped and stored upon some cellar shelf
cloistered deep, drowning without the ability to expound and release

What if one day they somehow are set free?
Institutionalised, behind bars of fear, manacled by arrogance
underdeveloped, hindered to never become more than prisoners
tentative, unable to focus due to the lie of failure consuming like fire

What if the conviction inside and the wisdom I know
is lost wandering within, and the desires that fill my heart,
because of my sin, never has the impact that is meant to be
all due to the inconsistent failings of me?

6:43 am
5 August 2013

Words, a Multitude of Words

… and almost none of them are mine.

Thus the conundrum of being someone who processes the world by writing.  Over the last few months, I have been processing the world and discovery and everything in-between verbally and in person.  Very little time to write, far too much to process.  Drinking from the firehose is something with which I used to be really comfortable. 

I have had the solace that while I could not necessarily write, the people who I admire have been writing up a storm.  (Something about there only being a finite number of words the world uses is coming to mind… I didn’t know it was collective instead of individual though.)  Several folk that inspire me to make this internal burden to write something more than a personal exercise have been extraordinary in their insights, reflections, and amazing ways that they see the world around us.  I don’t necessarily agree with everything that is written, especially my own writings, but I feel that the voices they share transform hearts on many different levels.  I love having a community of people who process like I do to keep challenged, and I have enjoyed the reading and sharing others’ journeys.  I am a sojourner, you know.

Eventually my own words will spill out.  Hopefully it will not be like opening a long closed closet filled to the brim with all sorts of junk.  I pray that it will be like the spring thaw in the upper latitudes.  A small trickle of frozen water running down from the melting ice that slowly builds to the point where a healthy river flows down.  Ah, I can almost feel the refreshing cool spring which is a wonderful contrast to such a warm summer that I’m having.

Tis a good thing I believe.

Grace and peace.

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