Things Are Good

I find myself moving incrementally toward greater and greater peace. I don't know quite how or why. I accept it as a mysterious gift left on the doorstep of my existence. I say "Thank You" to Whoever was thinking of me so tenderly, as I pad off softly to my rest beneath cozy blankets.

Posting this so I will remember

For we are like a sweet-smelling incense offered by Christ to God, which spreads among those who are being saved and those who are being lost.

For those who are being lost, it is a deadly stench that kills; but for those who are being saved, it is a fragrance that brings life. Who, then, is capable for such a task?

We are not like so many others, who handle God's message as if it were cheap merchandise; but because God has sent us, we speak with sincerity in His presence, as servants of Christ.

2 Corinthians 15-17

Metamorphosis

I'm changing, right before my eyes. Will I be a peacock, a raven, a hawk or an eagle? Will I be a phoenix rising up from the ashes of my own existence? Who will I be when the transformation is complete? Is it ever complete? Flux. Resistance. Shift. Fall. Resume. Unbind. Reconsider.

Faith crisis. The Chinese character for crisis also means: opportunity. What is my opportunity? What do I stand to learn, to gain, to lose? A divine invitation. Handshake. Back slap. An arm outstretched to meet me, but I'm across town drinking too much coffee, staying up late and sleeping all day. Tapping out the moments of my life like Morse code, but I don't know the translation. It's a secret I keep from myself.

Something is happening. In my chest cavity. In the grey labyrinth of my skull. In the snug cavern of my womb lit with blood. In my hands, reaching back for something.

New Feeling

I
have
Hope.

I close my eyes, breathe it in...

H O P E