In the meantime, live with your hand on your chest

June 27th, 2006 at 8:27 pm by sillyjoe (Life and Introspection, Music)

And what was said to the rose to make it unfold
Was said to me here in my chest
So be quiet now and rest…

There’s something growing in me. I can feel it every day now getting bigger, getting stronger, getting louder, like a lark ascending.. A sense that I am temporary and yet I am forever. A sense that all of this is a flash in the pan and at the same time it will all always be here. Everything is fresh, but nothing’s new. It’s a strange dichotomy, this life. I’ve been thinking about death. The work of David Crowder and the boys in his band has sparked this thought in a way, as well as this week’s message at church, on death itsself. Everybody wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die. It’s a strange dichotomy, this life.

More to come…maybe.

1 Comment »

  1. Gulia said,

    September 11th, 2006 at 1:44 pm

    I needed to find the exact words to David Crowder’s song, and googled it, brought me to your page, thanks. congrats on the raise.
    gulia

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