Thursday, February 7, 2013

:: in which we are behind the glass

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there's a lot of glass in this world. we spend most our lives behind glass, looking through panes to see out. we live and sleep and eat and breathe and even travel from ocean to ocean behind glass.

it's a lot of inside-out living, transparency our friend but the glass is covered in fingerprints with noses pressed up close to see everything that we just can't touch.

lend me your eyes, i can change what you see
but your heart, you must keep totally free
:: mumford and sons

sometimes the glass is there as a leaning post, something to press against and keep us steady, keep us close to the world but just out of reach.

are we afraid of the world outside, the puddles that might be deeper than we first imagine, the sharp stones that might cut our feet and make us bleed? 

there's an unsure-ity, an aspect of hesitation that comes hand in hand with that sunlight, oh that sunlight that kisses the glass and sends a thousand rainbows our way...always just out of reach.

and thumbprints, one of a kind, smoosh across the glass as we press our palms there like little children and wait...

...we wait for the day that the blinders come off, that we grow up enough to pass milk up for the meat and stand strong on the Rock that is greater, stronger.

and the curtain is torn and the glass shatters like ice from a shed roof in a sparkling crash that sings

freedom. 

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and on and on and on and on it goes
till it overwhelms and satisfies my soul.
:: just one thing remains ::

it's childlike faith that never falters and never changes. 
it's innocent hearts in adult bodies.

it's wise serpents and gentle doves curled together like the promise in Isaiah, two things so foreign and so deadly one to another made sanctified and holy because a little child shall lead them. 

and so we press bare feet to hardwood floors and press our noses to glass as we wait until we're grown, just a little stronger with roots a little deeper. 

then comes the shatter 
// and then comes the light. 








7 comments:

  1. What a refreshing post to read! And these analogies you always come up with...simply breathtaking and beautiful.

    Jemimah C. // Ink & Iridescence

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  2. nice...love hte close...the shatter and then the light...and unsure-ity...there is some truth there...smiles...

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  3. I find myself longing more and more for the shattering of the glass, when all will be well.

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  4. oh, rachel.
    this is song and light and beyond beautiful. thank you for sharing your striking creativity and how you communicate truth with such grace.
    absolutely stunning.

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  5. This may be one of my favorite posts you've written (and that's saying something). You words call me to more life, always. I am so grateful for your voice. May the glass shatter and may we run in freedom and in the light.

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  6. Beautiful interpretation of the prompt! Thanks so much for your kind interest in the ministry of the Exodus Road that I blogged about.

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I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know there's nothing but light when I see you. :: Shinji Moon