if only a man could fly, arms stretched out beyond heaven's reach. eyes closed, face raised. if only his soul could take him to the places it intends. to be lifted as high as he feels. as if the very breath of God not only filled his chest throughout his numbered days, but released it from it's slavery to the earth's covetous pull. if only for a moment.
if only a man could fly.
returning home after work, i rode with all my might - as if any crack of the path might break my connection to the earth. i stood running, hands tightly gripping the handlebars. with rising guitars and building percussion in my ears, the musical climax resonated with my only expression. to live with all that has been given me. the epic rise lifted my eyes to find the golden sky filled with the silhouettes of hundreds of birds, flowing together as a wave. raising my arms, i caught their rising current. a relieving smile graced my face. like a wave crashing against the cliff, the flock burst with breaking energy. ebbing, flowing, rising and falling - as if orchestrated by the breath of God. the birds praise their Creator through the very expression of their existence. the trees cannot help but proclaim the truth of season. the mountain's mold resembles the Potter's hands. the oceans must reflect His might and serenity. so i must love in His character.
if only a man could fly. then i could begin to fully express my thanksgiving.
i know two things to be true. by God i am blessed. and i do not deserve the first.
it has been six months since the day i arrived wide-eyed in seattle. four months since i left the internship. two months since i accepted a job offer at the design firm of my dreams. one week since i worked my last shift as a barista. the blessings which pour upon me outnumber the stars. may the very nature of this town endlessly remind me of such a joyful downpour. may excitement fill my soul with every droplet, as if the clouds were proclaiming His goodness.
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount, I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy unchanging love.praise the mount, i’m fixed upon it, mount of Thy unchanging love.
Comments (2)
How sweet are your comments! UH! Love it! Did your roommate sing along? haha. Thank you SO much for your continued support and prayers, they always help carry me through. Truly! Do you play guitar? (Judging by your display picture).
You are a beautiful writer.