My eyes scan the shoreline. Through the oil lamp I search the faces, vapidly staring....Zecharias, Isaiah, Joseph. Joking, laughing, talking at the speed of lightning. In a trance I smile hollowly, waving broadly, greeting each. I knew them in another life. Zecharias, my brother Andrew and I used to run and play by the creek on sun-braised afternoons. Isaiah, Joseph, and I would swap yarns before I met Truth. Watching them trolling I knew each was pleased, enough to feed the family and some to spare.
Yugoslavian poet Charles Simic once said, "Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them."
Never could this be more true than when writing about the holiest and most revered of books, The Holy Bible. I'm continually reminded through the word that my vision is so infinitismal. Voltaire once said poetry is the music of the soul. So this blog is an attempt to capture the hymns my heart has written to my Lover, Savior and King. For when our minds and hearts are captivated by the beauty of our Living Lord we must spill it out...whether the instrument we use to praise our Lord is harp, canvas, the human tongue, or the computer screen.
Lately as I read I've been pondering so many of the flawed people God chose to use in His Word. How intriguing it might be to peruse their personal journals. I suspect many might prefer their true thoughts hidden under a locked tome. As many of us hide our true selves behind shadows fearful of allowing others to see the reality of our broken lives.
I suspect in each of them we would find more than a kernel of our own realities. Like Peter I find myself sinfully comparing my reality to that of someone else. Like David I find poetry is a means for expressing my heart to God. Like Moses I have allowed doubt of God's purposes to creep in out of my own fear. Like Mary Magdalene I have known what it means to drink of Christ's deep forgiveness.
I desire Reflections Through a Tinted Mirror to be my instrument to worship my Creator. As I wait for the time when I will see in full, understand in full...I ponder the Lover of my Soul's words.