“It is easy to make a law; it is more difficult to make wise decisions.” – from Putting Amazing Back Into Grace by Michael Horton
The song above, “A New Law” by Derek Webb really packs a punch if you listen carefully. Derek seems to have gone off the track in recent years, but he may be finding his way back. Either way, this is a good song.
...I don't wanna know if the answers aren't easy
So just bring it down from the mountain to me...
...Don't teach me about moderation and liberty
I prefer a shot of grape juice...
Don't teach me about loving my enemies...
Sometimes it’s just easier to give up asking questions. Sometimes we have to because there are things we aren’t intended to know yet. But, asking the questions is okay, even when it’s hard.
I don’t have to avoid the wine as I was taught as a youth; i just need to use moderation. And loving my enemies? I’m ever learning better ways to do that.
I wrote this three years ago. Rather apropos today…
I find myself questioning without doubting
Not understanding but believing
For what is faith?
The substance of things hoped for
Even when my mind is perplexed
My heart is pierced with truth
The evidence of things not seen but sure
Indications and manifestations to hold me
To keep me on the way
Hope, that thing with feathers
Faith fluttering as a breeze
Mystifying yet dependable
“…you don’t have to understand things for them to be.” – from A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle.
So I woke up this morning about 4:30 with words and an idea in my head. I knew if I didn’t get up they would disappear. I wrote down a few verses and went back to bed, but not to sleep. I had a lot to get done today. I eventually got back up, put on some coffee, did a few chores, then started prepping the hallway for painting. I got it painted and it looks much better!
So, finally, I got back to add to/revise my poem that I’d started at 4:30.
In this quarantined dream I long for the other side of the pillow cool against my cheek but I can’t flip it over not just yet
In this quarantined dream I’ve been walking so long I want to unlace my boots and peel off my socks but I walk on without the spring in my step
In this quarantined dream my lips are dry and cracked I search for the balm peppermint and soothing that gives relief but I search in vain
In this quarantined dream I layer on the covers but I can’t get warm shivering with unanswered questions I throw on another blanket and wait
In this quarantined dream full of speculations I wonder about the Vitamin C while grasping for sunshine and fresh air but they slip away
In this quarantined dream I try to hide from the numbers chasing me the warnings and the symptoms aren’t far behind but where is the truth?
In this quarantined dream I think I hear a knock on the door but I know, even if it’s real, I can’t answer it not just yet