Thursday, October 29, 2009

a note on notes

sometimes i worry about how its going to play out
this song i'm singing
i know there's a high note coming that
when i hit it
sounds so good but when i don't
could cause water to curdle

i know it's coming

i know it

now i'm thinking about it

but i'm still singing the notes leading to it
but not thinking about those
i'm thinking about that high note
i'm missing the notes i'm singing now

i'm not feeling the music right now
i'm not experiencing the song at this moment

i'm worried about that high note

and now that i've worried myself into a tizzy
i'm almost certainly going to miss that note

if i felt what i'm singing now
maybe i'd hit that note

but i'm not

i'd like to stop worrying and start enjoying this song.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Dear God,

I like to take Your words and pick the ones I like for tattoos.
I think what You say is nice but I think I can arrange the context a little better.
So thanks for trying, but I got it from here...

Monday, October 19, 2009

monuments and mercy

here i raise mine ebenezer, hither by Thy help i've come
and i hope by thy good pleasure, safely to arrive at home
Jesus sought me when a stranger, wandering from the fold of God
He to rescue me from danger, interposed His precious blood.


Sunday, October 18, 2009

my dreamgirl

you're who i want
you're who i need
when i think about the end, i want you there

you like who i am
you like who i'm not
when i think about what i want to be, you will be there

someone to love
someone to love me
when i think about anything, you're the one that i want to be there

i love you
you love me
when we think about God, let's thank Him for us.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Christmas Lost

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveller, thousands of miles away, back to his own fire-side and his quiet home! ~Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers, 1836

i'm a child and she was my Christmas lost
i ran to the tree for the only thing i wanted
i tripped over a table and didn't bother to hurt
she was underneath in my dream the night before
but lunging at the present alter i found nothing
no one could convince me my dream wasn't real
i could feel her and even smell her hair
so you can imagine my disappointment
i wallowed for a bit then stumbled to pop's lap
i crawled up in it for a glimpse of relief
but i could feel his heart skipping as he held back
tears for my lost Christmas

but still i could feel his love
it was just that i'd have to wait another year or so

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Orange Juice is a Black Man

this all started last week at Spider House over a $7 pitcher of Lone Star with a friend i hadn't seen in weeks...

i think we're given things in life. some more than others. i, for one, have been given amazing gifts:

1. a family that loves me unconditionally and supports me financially, emotionally, physically, spiritually... basically in every way possible.

2. friendships. unbelievable friendships. friendships that will never end. the kind that inspire, antagonize, and nurture all in one motion.

3. life's necessities. with no worry about them ever going away. shelter, food, water.

4. talents. things i can do that i'm not sure why i can do. music. writing.

5. a million other things that just make me absolutely rich in comparison to 95% of the world.

but thats not my life. i am not my gifts. i am not what was given to me. my being doesn't exist by those alone. life CANNOT be just about getting things and then being thankful for them while we squander them. because mark my words, they will not always be there:

my family and friends will die.

our earth will die, and along with it, all the things that sustain life.

my talents will die with my age: i will get arthritis and my mind will go.

all my stuff will go quicker than it came.


they are gifts. and from God no doubt, but there's more. living isn't just sitting and receiving. there has to be an element of movement. living is an action word, and so life is.

so what am i doing? how am i reacting to the constant grace that keeps me in a state of ability to do just that?


not too much. i could be better. i could live better. but the struggle for me is: "well if there's grace, and God has ordained it all to happen, why bother?" which worries me. what if, that's not true? what if my actions actually dictate what will happen in the future, whether mine, or worse, others'?

but i don't think it's as much about Him and "the effect we have on the universe" as we think.

which sounds selfish, but don't stop reading because i think i can dumb it down to make a little bit of confusing sense:

God gives us gifts.
We recognize that.
We then live like a child who got the Sega for Christmas in 1990, and use it all the time.
In doing that we're acting. We're using the gift, which is why it was given... to be used.
In our action we find fulfillment. We're pleased and feel complete.
In our completion He is pleased. Because He loves us.
He made us to love us.
So in our completion we are pleasing Him, AKA worshipping him.

use your Sega's friends. don't just like them and talk about them and write books about them. USE THEM. live your life. work at it. that's where the completion is that you're all looking for.

that being said:
i think i'm getting old because 9 years ago after my first 8 o'clock college class, i never would have thought that work was something vitally important to my souls well being.