Hope Deferred

There was a day. The sun was hidden by dark clouds, causing a shadow to fall and the air to become chilled.

There was a man. The lines on his face told of joy long gone, and the look in his eyes showed an emptiness that is left when hope is lost.

There was an army. The tattered flags, waving to a glory once known, were held by weary footmen whose heads hung low, they only stood, for they knew not where to go.

There was an enemy. Speaking with the air of royalty, he would disarm many, but his empty words, lulling the army into ease, drain their courage and comradity.

There was a fight. Against the air it seems they swing, but with a closer look one sees, each man fought himself, they were worn and wanton, bleeding and broken, confused by the words their enemy had spoken.

There was hope. Like the dawn of a new morning, but as each minute passed, the light of day turned to gray until there was no difference, as if the sun was delayed somewheres else, caught in a trance.

A stirring of the sand causes the armies heads to lift. A wind has emerged, rushing into the vacuum created by the emptiness. The wind steadily gathers force until it is roaring as a thundering sea of angry lions. Yet there is no maliciousness found in the wind. The man uncovers his ears and stands up straight, his chin is lifted and the look of strength is in his eyes. The sand whirls about him and lashes at his face, but the wind pours into his nostrils filling his chest and pounding through his veins. He tightens his fists and feels his strength. He reaches up and touches his face. The rough sand has made it smooth. He looks around. The army, which had fallen at the start of the wind, are all risen again. The wind settles down, but they can still feel it surging them. Looking around them they see their enemy, standing in the midst of them beginning to speak again. As if they were one man, they slay him and rid themselves of his remains. Then, as one, they glance towards the east for a light, breaking through the dark clouds, is burning; and it burns into their souls a hope, not man's hope, but one that, like the sun, rages steadily and perseveringly.

Day Dos

Today was a day just like any other.
I am in the midst of writing songs so that I can record them later with a friend of mine. Songs are so important to people. Music, rather, which is the umbrella, is important to us all. Everyone carries a tune inside of their hearts, and artists are the ones who can produce the tune that's in their heart in a way that others can relate to. Someone once said, "Music is not meant to be harmless." It is meant to stir up a certain feeling or intuition of some kind; to start someone thinking al0ng a certain pattern of thoughts; to be a zip line that they can grab onto and find themselves rushed through a valley that they have been through but have been unable to express. Those are the artists that I admire. The ones that see a different perspective and find the common voice, be it in suffering or rejoicing, and can conjure a melody and words to unite people who can stand alongside of them and sing with them. There is a tune, a melody, inside all of our souls and the ones you come into contact with can blend perfectly with it and create an incredible harmony. Then before you know it you are caught up in a community that resounds and acts like a well orchestrated symphony and everyone playing the piece "Ode to Love", which is the music all of our hearts yearn to play and master.
If we, who are human, can feel love and give love, then imagine how much God, who is Love, imagine the depth of his feeling or the eternality of his giving.
Knowing God is finding that instrument of your heart reverberates throughout your being when you catch a glimpse of Him.

Day one

Here is my first day with a blogg. Blawg. Blaug. Balogh. Bloog. It will be a serious place where I post my thoughts and events. I want it to be a place to cultivate thinking and spur others on to profound lyrical thoughts and discoveries. Thank you for reading day one. There shall be more.