It is in those moments, though, with vision impaired, I must learn to cry out to my ears for sight. But how to hear, in a world polluted with noise? Well, strange though it may seem, and unorthodox for sure, a little hedgehog might help to show the way - teach me to listen and to be not afraid.
Friday, September 11, 2009
In the Fog.
This morning, an average morning with nothing eventful at play, I found myself in a fog of sorts, my mind clouded by the days pressing chores, the days demand for my heart and mind. And though I often find I am able to navigate my way through the hazy wood of life, there are those times when the view simply becomes too obscured, and I find that I feel I have lost my way.
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Hi Aaron,
ReplyDeleteGreat blog. I seldom get a chance to investigate such spaces. However, I was struck by the 9-11 entry. I beleive we could have found our way on 9-11 but we squandered the opportunity to remain mired in fog and failed paradigmns.
I do journal and this is what I wrote and offer here as a further reflection and engagement on a similar theme.
Peace
Bill Beardslee
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September 11, 2009: Eight Years Later
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Ashes still fill the air
We walk in Fog
concrete, glass and flesh
breathed into our bodies as fear and regret
for all we have not done.
Footprints trail away in the dust
toward the bridge
up into the sky
tears fill the bay with grief.
Just what have we done
what have we created
made in our own image
rather than being the Image of the One?
Forlorn and frightened
we suck in the air of remorse
shoot holodeck enemies
shop until we drop to save our nation
unsated and sullied instead.
On the far side of that mountain
lies a pristine stream
living water flows into a placid lake
blue-green
with Song
snow-capped peaks gaze down
Determined.
The deer looks up, tilts its head
as if to hear
Breathes a DEEP sigh
Bends to sup
Safe.
Thanks for sharing your words, Bill. Beautiful.
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