the beginning

My sister suggested the name of this blog. i chose it because of what happened around the time i wrote this poem.

The clouds part, sunlight streaming down
The display touches my spirit.
I yearn to embrace the power;
Sing with all the force of my breathe;
Give of my being to the scene
To sing of creation, life, light.

The desire might come from above
As hints of a music descend
Unearthly like the Creator
As He works his art in power
And grace. The result invites us
To match our music with the sight.

this is the first poem i wrote while not depressed. its very different from the depressed ones. it looks up, not back.

i used to think life's journey consisted of getting from the darkness to the light. but thats more the starting point than anything else. then you find grace. it doesnt find you cuz its always been right there. but your eyes become accustomed to the light enough to see whats right beside you. it hands you back the life God saved from the darkness and from you. it hands you the life you tried to destroy. and you get to just live. get up and live the moments which are still there despite all your efforts. accepting grace is living the life without guilt, just gratitude.

kneel, allow the cloak of life to be set upon your shoulders. stand, feel the strength seep thru you. use it, the power of it. shirk your meaning no longer. i dare you.