Suppose

by Rebecca Taylor

Suppose that time just went away
And all that was left were swirls and dips
And sways and dances of all the colors of the skies
And all the thoughts that are were our minds
At the very moment that time ceased to exist

And suppose that me and you and you and me
No longer were nor ever was as we tend to think
Of things that we think about in our frail little minds
In our frail little heads as thoughts dash in and out running
Frantically to and fro, back and forth to try to figure things out

But suppose that while time ceased to exist
And our lips were frozen against the unsaid words
That no longer needed to be said, a quiet voice spoke
Into the darkness with light and color – blues and greens
And violets and reds and opals and roses and orange and greys

Now suppose that these colors were thoughts
And loves and dreams and actions
All thrown together without so much of a thought
As to create a work of art so breathlessly beautiful
That all one could seem to say was “I love you.”

Suppose that this work of art, these swirls and dips
And dances and pirouettes weren’t there to say much
Of anything at all other then to simply exist for
The sheer beauty of being beautiful and lovely
And all those things that make us stop in wonder

But suppose these colors and lives and shapes and
Thoughts were supposed to mean so much more
To us in our frozen moment of time as things shifted
And moved and danced and sparkled and caused us
To delight in the basic beauty that it created

Now supposed that these shimmers, and shines
And glowing hues and shades were supposed to move
Us instead of freezing our fingers and toes and lips and mouths
Suppose that we were meant to move with the colors and
Dance with the shapes and thoughts and actions of those around us

And supposed if we moved and twirled with those
Things and shapes that we came across we would be able
To span the entire sky full of stars and moons and giants
And flies to accomplish so much more then if we had simply
Been frozen in a bare moment of time.


Copyright Rebecca Taylor 2006

Absolutely Amazing

I am so excited. I have this joy that is bubbling up from within - it's something that I can't contain. It makes me want to dance with my hands outstreached to the heavens and thank God for this gift that he's given me. I never could have asked for something this precious - and yet He has given it to me. I am awe inspired. I feel like I'm flying, I can almost feel the lift and push of wings, the soaring feeling of the wind rushing in my face. I can't help but smile and gasp at the same time at the power of this feeling ecstacy.

Draw Me Nearer

Normally I'm not a huge fan of just posting song lyrics after song lyrics on my blog, but lately songs have been hitting me hard. This one in particular: it's Fanny Crosby's "Draw Me Nearer." For some reason it really touched me today in church, I'm not always a big fan of the songs that we sing - bad theology and individually centered - but this one just struck true with me and how God does call us even though we often don't want to be called - we don't want to be drawn. I have found that I am much like Jonah - I hear God calling and I turn and run away just in case it turns out that He wants me to go out to some foreign land or do something that doesn't fit in with my plans for my life. But sometimes God calls just because He wants us to hear His voice so that we will recognize it. Sometimes He just wants to express how much He loves us and that He is proud of us for trying. the first and last verses really hit me about how true this is for me - that there are things that I won't know until I am called home and that I need to learn to be joyful in His love instead of seeing it at this great weight that He died for me.

I am Thine, O Lord, I have heard Thy voice,
And it told Thy love to me;
But I long to rise in the arms of faith
And be closer drawn to Thee.

Refrain:
Draw me nearer, nearer blessed Lord,
To the cross where Thou hast died;
Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer blessed Lord,
To Thy precious, bleeding side.

Consecrate me now to Thy service, Lord,
By the pow’r of grace divine;
Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope,
And my will be lost in Thine.

Oh, the pure delight of a single hour
That before Thy throne I spend,
When I kneel in prayer, and with Thee, my God
I commune as friend with friend!

There are depths of love that I cannot know
Till I cross the narrow sea;
There are heights of joy that I may not reach
Till I rest in peace with Thee.

*Hiss*

I'm really pissed off right now - I just got back from an amazing week down in California only to come back to a mother who is unbelievably rude and acting more of a childish brat than I ever was as a teenage girl. I came back Tuesday evening (also my dad's birthday) and then immediately started work the next morning and didn't even have a chance to unpack. So my mother decided to do it for me by dumping all of my belongings on the floor with no regard to what it was. She didn't even need the suitcase - she just did it. Then she dumped my clean basket of clothes on top and simply left. It wasn't bothering anybody, it was sitting in the corner of my room where I want planning on taking care of it this weekend when I actually had time. You just don't touch other people's stuff and treat it like crap. You just don't do that - I don't care if you're my mother, my roommate, my husband, whoever; you just don't do things like that. ARG!!! Talk about going from the ultimate high to the ultimate low.

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