Friday, February 11, 2005

The music is silent; my voice is gone;
The melody is snatched for a memory on the wind.
My lyrics are just wordless prayers--an aching of my heart.
Nameless fears beset my soul in lingering harmonies
Dissonant in lonely reminiscence.
The strains of hope are thin now--
Muffled, entrapped within the numbing pain.
My faith is but a weak attempt at a chord.
I am haunted by the silence...
I cannot write the song.

Why am I afraid to dance, I who love music and rhythm and grace and song and laughter? Why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and the living colors of the earth and sky and sea? Why am I afraid to love, I who love love?"
~The Great God Brown, Eugene O'Neill

Christ is building His kingdom with earth's broken things. Men want only the strong, the successful, the victorious, the unbroken, in building their kingdoms; but God is the God of the unsuccessful, of those who have failed. Heaven is filling with earth's broken lives, and there is no bruised reed that Christ cannot take and restore to glorious blessedness and beauty. He can take the life crushed by pain or sorrow and make it into a harp whose music shall be all praise. He can lift earth's saddest failure up to heaven's glory.
~J. R. Miller


Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup.

Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.

~ Sarah Teasdale, "Barter"


Do we ever have more than each moment God gives us?


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