Friday, June 13, 2008

Confession XLIII

For great is his steadfast love toward us,
and the faithfulness of the Lord
endures forever.
- Psalm 117: 2

Immaculate morning.  Breeze in the air.  Wind in the summer.  Cool calm driving.  Drowning with the windows down.  Taking the speed as it comes.  And massaging the corners.  Immaculate morning with blue skies and blue air and blue eyes smile at blue summer ocean waves weaving and stitching and sewing and kneading - he says, "It's beautiful out."  

I return, "Completely."

Sometimes moments come together like an orchestra tuning their instruments.  Staggered breaths - breaths, staggered thoughts - thoughts linking thoughts stagger-ing puzzle-piece-s found randomly in a box, but put links together logically.

And today is one of those days when it all came together perfectly.  Completely.

I used to want the world to stop when perfect moments strike; I still do.  But what about riding that moment out like riding a wave from the mid-Atlantic back home?  Taking it in for all its worth?  Living life the way it's meant to be lived - in perfect harmony?  With heaven and earth.  With God and man.  With human and human like community wasn't just some idealistic concept, but it was neighborhoods or neighbors and friends and family within a world all come together.

It's not some geological phenomena that we are waiting for.  Tectonic plates slide into place forming the continents we live on.  Mountains and hills.  Under sea ocean and clouds waving.  It's the perspective we take.  On how we let life divide us.  Atlantics and Pacifics.  Africas and Antarctics.  On the excuses we make for putting up white picket fences claiming this land for me and taking you out of the picture.  

It's the perspective we take that defines how we live life.

It's the perspective we take that defines how the world looks.

I look and I see green leaves for shade two stories up.  Packed streets and commotion.  A girl smoking and driving green car and smiling.  A couple talking and drinking, looking eye to eye believing love never fails.  Flowers in windows.  Blue petals and pinks for glass art.  Old man with glasses, dress suits for business.  And a heart hung in public so the world knows it's still alive.

I see the world as perfect in this moment.  And this moment has lasted the morning.  Immaculate morning because the faithfulness of the Lord endures forever.  

And check this: His steadfast love is great toward us.

So.  Look.  Again.

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