Every story that has inner beauty,
That strikes a note and holds it
In our hearts and minds,
Is an echo of the one Story—
Wild and frightening and wonderful.
More wild than armies clashing
On a muddy field,
More frightening than night falling
On a silent forest,
More wonderful than sky rescue
On an eagle’s wings.
This is the story we live in.
But we’re pulled away
By this so-called “reality”
Where accidents occur on the freeway
And loans default and people die
While no one watches.
We turn from the True Myth
To the Truly Mundane.
Every day you choose
Your place of residence,
A cold, bare apartment
Where light trickles away
And you awake alone
Or a bright country
Where astonishment waits,
Where you are loved
And known by name.
Every day you choose
The gospel or yourself.
Ariel,
ReplyDeleteThis is good. I like the last stanza in particular, though it does make me wonder if you are suggesting that you don't like your new apartment all that much? Buy some lamps already... ;)
Take care,
Charles
Kudos.
ReplyDeleteEvery story that has inner beauty,
That strikes a note and holds it
In our hearts and minds,
Is an echo of the one Story—
Just the other day, I was telling my daughter that if she ever got in a bind writing an English paper, she should remember that all western literature is simply a retelling of the Gospel: Sin, Judgment, Grace, Redemption. There are some or all of these elements present in everything.
Cheers.