Now Playing: My Heart Will Wait by Joe Brooks
Tonight a friend of mine had encouraged me to start blogging once again. I stopped writing a while back and it has always struck in some rather neglected area of my mind that I was meant to go back to it. Admittedly, my writing is not what is used to be; words always spill out but the right ones have become harder to come by. Although this post is evidence enough that I had been encouraged, I feel that this isn't exactly what she meant - that I should be writing about how I experience God on a daily, weekly, chance encouter basis; this, is a prelude to that which I may actually get enough initiative to start.
"25th September 2012
The lush grass far off on the other side
Enticing these wandering eyes
Greener, brighter, grander than anything I grasp in my own domain.
Full of unfathomable beauty is the horizon far beyond the raging seas.
The eyes, the wandering eyes, straining just to catch a fleeting glimpse of a fading sun
But oh these feet, cursed they are for they hold the eyes from its desires.
For the feet refuse to step into unknown pastures.
The eyes they see what the feet can only follow;
But to the unknown it will not dare
Twenty-four borders encase a beating hope,
In all its fear of journeying out into a land without barriers, pulls these shackles closer, tighter
And though with time the heart aspires, to break free and break away;
In time it finds the courage to beat against the bonds that only hold the pain of the past
No hope is completely lost, no dreams absolutely abandoned, not yet.
The heart, in its cage waits, searching for a new promise
A promise of a different forever, to rewrite history.
Upon reading the words of the hopeful heart, my ventures has only yelded the opposite of its design. The final "G" that had dominated the last of my G's as well as my life; soon had I experienced an encounter with my literary formator and still terrified I am for what might be said. Although say it, I will.
