One drop at a time,
my life collides with the canvas.
Splashes of fleeting form,
tangled together with
fibers of unfolding
circumstance,
come into view…
Clinging past failures
fester on blackening rocks,
withered and bent they return to
me [at times] in brokenhearted echoes….
.
Like a relentless
river flowing forward,
Faith whispers in the winds of suffering,
straining eyes searching, but never
seeing the unseen path…
.
Having known so much,
(but so little) my
heart sags
weary under the burdens of
years spent searching. Embracing and
believing ancient words that guide
and comfort, but floundering still
beneath an unseen enemy’s lies.
Wretchedly I reach up, and
cry out for Wisdom’s
love and direction,
.
But still….
.
One drop at a time,
my life collides with the canvas,
as an image of one man is formed -
laughing
crying
afraid
loving
hating
fearless
warring
awkwardly expressing
the unseen through the tangible,
as life (painted in words and sounds)
groan to be born and shared….
.
Life eternal has
taken residence in me,
twisted together inexorably
with the fibers of who I am and will be.
My life belongs to the unseen Love,
and in ancient words
His story sings….
.
One drop at a time, His life
collides with my living canvas, and
quietly, my stubborn soul learns the melodies….
.
© richard lloyd cederberg
2000

A NEW RACE OF HuMANS