January 24, 2010

Trying.

I could write for hours
Always looking back
Trying to sift through it all
Somehow only saying rightly

Slowly bits of today crawl in
Glimpses of present, of future
Trying to believe that I can move
Or change someone, something

Maybe I can only be moved
Or be changed, passively;
Trying to show beauty and order
I could write for hours

3 comments:

Hayley said...

I have been thinking about what you said in our brief conversation today, and, I'm still so empathetically confused, but I also keep thinking of Hebrews 11, and how our role for the present is to be faithful to God and the people around us, and that our role for the future is a mystery that we have to be faithful to even thought we don't know its place in the scheme of greater significance, and that our role is to trust that everything we do DOES matter, and that changing someone is really just a matter of living in righteousness for people to see, and that living in such a manner is more significant than changing the world, and that no cause stands up to living in the truth, and that, now I've just gone off the point of your poem altogether. And maybe missed the point.

I probably should have just emailed you, eh? :P

Art said...

I don't think you've really missed the point; you had the backstory and so you understood parts of it I didn't say. What was it that maybe CS Lewis said about prayer giving us the gift of causality? I've been thinking about that, wondering if I don't know what to do yet, I could just pray, and pray for others. I feel like I only half-believe that praying for others does any good. It goes against the logic of my mind but not what I say and think I believe.

You know, I'm divided about emailing versus commenting. In a way, commenting lets other people see more, and benefits them in ways you don't know. Example: your long comment on Kara's post about guy-girl friendships really made me think, and admire your boldness in being willing to talk about it to more people than just Kara. So I kind of think commenting is good, but emailing is without a doubt much easier sometimes...

I also believe in my own mind that "no cause stands up to living in the truth" but what I hear makes me think differently. Ugh! I don't know if it's conviction or guilt...But I know that even if I do more, and ought to do more, I shouldn't be any less. I don't know if I'm ever going to get around to compiling quotes from Masters, so I may as well add in a quote from John Steinbeck I read there: "Then a man pours outward, a torrent of him, and yet he is not diminished." That is how I want to live.

Anyhoo, maybe *this* should have been an email. Or maybe I should have made it its own blog post. I just hope that anyone who should be reading this will. Which now sounds ridiculous, because everything happens as it should, even if the world is wrong...

Echoes in Ink said...

Ah! Please do compile Masters quotes.

I love the way your soul is, my friend.